Majestic hills, whose contours blend
Against horizons far away…
Their distance blurred
By night and day,
Perspectives shifting ‘til the end
Each cycle brings a different view
Of patchwork fields; a map of Earth
As undulating finery
Adorns the heather and the turf,
In yellows, greens of varied hue
As moss enhances stepping stones
Across the water of the stream
That trickles downwards…
Flowing rivulets of green,
Sparkling droplets all alone

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