I heard the sweet chirps up from the tall pines
calling for me to look up the blue skies
a look toward the ridges over the horizon
that contours a perfect molded greens
I smell the scents of tulips and wilds
down the hills, valleys and planes
sweet are they, healthy in the eyes
fresh as dew in the morning light
I feel the breeze from where I stand
at the peak of the summit behind
down the terrestrials. a diversified one
varied livings lurking all around.
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