jordan scown (2nd of Febuary 1995 / Montville)
on this hill the winds blow
and the feild of flowers dance with the winds song,
the sun and starts audience to this sight;
bees the tax collecters, collect the nector of these flowers,
yet on this hill is peace and beauty,
the flowers are a barrier to the creatures
that live amongst them, when the sun sleeps
and the moon awakens opening her eyes to the beauty of
the flowers, they sleep under this moon, that guards them
healing them as they sleep,
and as the moon sleeps and the sun awakens
this beauty awakens to this new dawn.
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