THE HILLS
WANDERING OVER THE HILLS IN THE SPRING, BEAUTY IS ALL AROUND; THE TREES, THE FLOWERS, THE BIRDS THAT SING, THE VARIED GRASSES ON THE GROUND.
THE MOSSES HUG TIGHTLY TO EACH LARGE ROCK, AND THEY KISS THE TRUNKS OF THE TREES. THE WOODPECKERS POUND, IT SOUNDS AS A KNOCK, AS THE BRANCHES ARE STIRRED BY THE BREEZE.
THE STREAMS FLOW SO SWIFTLY FROM SNOW ON THE HILLS, THE FISH JUMP FOR JOY AS THEY PLAY. THE CHIPMUNKS CHATTER LOUDLY AS THEY DARINGLY LEAP FROM BRANCH TO BRANCH ALL THE DAY.
THE DEER MEANDER SLOWLY AS THEY EAT THE GRASS SO FRESHLY GROWN ON THE KNOLL. THE COUGARS ARE SLEEPING IN DAYLIGHT TIME, AND AWAKE, EARLY EVENING, TO PROWL.
THE SCENTS OF THE SPRINGTIME ARE ALL AROUND, LADY SLIPPERS SMELL AS PERFUME. WILD JASMINE SMELLS SO SWEET AND MILD, OTHER WILDFLOWERS SHALL BLOOM IN JUNE.
THE HILLS ARE COVERED WITH LIFE, AS YOU SEE, FROM MORNING THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, THEY ARE TEAMING WITH LOVELY ACTIVITY FROM BIRDS, BUGS AND ANIMALS SUBLIME.
THE BEAUTY SPREAD BEFORE US IS GLORIOUS TO ME, IT IS NATURE'S BOUNTIFUL TREAT, FOR ANYONE THAT CAN SEE WHAT IT DOES CONTAIN, SHALL BE OVERCOME BY HOW REPLETE THE HILLS ARE WITH GLORY FROM ABOVE, THE GLORY GIVEN BY THE HANDS OF LOVE.
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