A Lonely Figure Stands On a Hill
A lonely figure stands on a hill
Soft rolling plains, the air is still.
Her silhouette against the sky
As she looks down, and wonders why.
For she lives inland, no water seen
Twixt hill, nor dale, nor in-between.
She imagines, makes the scene below
A mighty ocean, where waves do flow.
She cannot change where she must stay
Nor can her ‘wish’, e’re have its way
But to see a view, within her eye
Can magically take wing, and fly!
You see, we choose what we will see
When from our own truth, we would flee.
Changing hills to waves… fantasy
But for one moment… reality!
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