Rocky Hills Poem by Sean Buchsbaum

I see hills of green
Over the pink sunrise feeling closer than far
Wow! The color of the sky is blue reflecting the world
Through the gray of the clouds.
Trees rein with leaves
And become bare, plain, and dull changing with the seasons
Snow gone in the raining showers
Touch the ruined towers
Im in a land
That hides the mountains
Beneath the rocks it bore
A shore of a country
We know from the great
Saint himself
His flowers cut in fourths
Luck with the pots full of gold
Lights shine green
Not with money
But with cultural and life
The wind flows free
With the roaming animals
The land falls below the hills
Of time