Golden sunlight over the ridge
Misty fog rolls down the bridge
Fresh-smelling dew on petalled stem
Eerie quiet that blankets the glen
Mother and fawn nibble the grass
A hawk overhead will lazily pass
Mischievous squirrel rustles the trees
Cotton-like motes float on the breeze
Meadows are speckled with waking blooms
Dragonflies soon dart and zoom
Where land and creatures dwell befriended
May one day we live as nature intended…
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