Thursday, 18 February 2016

A Touch of Spring

Upon this green grassy hill,
Beneath the golden sun,
This world is calm and free,
A map of fields laid out below,
Villages nestled between hedgerows,
Silver sparkling river in the distance.

The breeze is chill,
But the sun is warm,
Chatter in the background,
Insects buzzing through the grass,
Here I feel the touch of spring,
Beneath the clear blue sky.

Oh what wonders there are,
On a clear spring day,
A laugh upon the breeze,
A smile through the sunrays,
Come sit here with me my love,
Upon this green grassy hill.


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