Field of Wind
Between roads ever traveled by.
A field beautiful beneath sky,
Captured to live ever so high,
Nothing really, though I may lie.
True Mother Nature’s dreams display.
Breaking winds visit seasons glow.
Various shades place and show,
This glorious field to know,
Not ever in disarray.
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