The Feathery Hill In The Golden Meadow
...filled with delight
In a golden meadow, stood a feathery hill,
With a gentle breeze blowing, it stood still.
The grassy slope, so green and lush,
So soft and fair, like a virgin's blush.
On the hill stood a tree, tall and grand,
On its branches, birds did stand.
They chirped and sang a melody so sweet,
Their music, like honey, was a joy to eat.
The breeze carried the scent of the flowers,
That bloomed on the hill like magic powers.
The sky was blue, and the sun shone bright,
A sight so divine, it filled with delight.
As I stared at the feathery hill all around,
A sense of calm and peace, I found.
And in that moment, I realized the thrill,
Of the beauty of the Feathery Hill.
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