Scenes Through a Hill
Upon this misty hill I stand
Before these priceless scenes so grand
That no one ever saw
Beneath, upon a steep so high
A glittering golden radiant sky
Rooted alone in awe..
No flying bird did ever reach
No mountain high could ever breach
I think thus as i sigh
All so perfect where they are
The fragrant wind, the distant star
In peace so complete, they lie
Then drops of dew, the rippling breeze
The tumbling brooks and golden trees
Such wonders that I see
This misty hill the sun has shown-
Amidst this earth that I have known
Sweet glory of nature, free.
Wordscapes Contest
8th Aug 2016
Copyright © Gabby Sabre | Year Posted 2016
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