A Place In My Mind

A little quiet hill Sitting very still With a modest pride Slanted curve aside. Every tree's tappered stems Adorned starry diadems Glistening dew of morn The dawn of a day born. Sweetly they slept While then there wept The fallen leaves To which silence heaves. The crystal air to skim The rough edges within And the leafy shelves Refresh themselves. Round the rocky bends The soft morning winds Through blades of grass And time's shadow to pass Against endless streams Of sunny beams. How they wrestle And ever nestled O're the pebbly sand Across the majestic land