Beyond the Hills, A Vision, Silence
The gentle zephyrs
blows across the tarmac
And lifts my spirit
to its altar of life.
The fluffy clouds
in the hills yonder,
Caresses the milky sky,
displaying moments of childish gestures.
A serene lake in
the yonder hills,
Creates tiny ripples of joy
and a harbinger of simple pleasures.
The birds fluttering their wings,
fills the meadows
With their melodious strain,
spreading messages of peace and love.
An architect of webs,
the grey spider
Weaves intricate patterns
of subtle unknown flawless art.
I wish I could fly into
the wide blue yonder,
And make a rendezvous
with the Almighty there, and
Speak to Him of dreams unfulfilled,
of hopes and aspirations unsurmised.
In the yonder hills, a bright future lies
a life of peace and harmony under the blue sky.
The foudroyant sun peeps yonder hills,
and smears the sea with crimson shrills.
The waters incredible silence and the playful brills,
makes the yonder hills a place of thrill.
The orphic nature in the hills beyond,
with marigolds and chrysanthemums all profound
Makes my querencia filled with strength abound,
a place of quietude and stillness around.
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