On the Slopes of the Lush Hill

On the slopes of the lush hill the drowsy magnolias seep the warm drops of the dew; they don't expect any rain for another distant season... where no hungry lizards creep! Many of us seek places of harmony, longing for notes that tantalize emotions, feeling the caresses of the capricious wind dispersing the petals of the dogwood trees... while being captured by the idyllic images we'll jot down when we'll get very lonely: and that's something not invented to feed fantasy, imagination, or folly! I observe a bold-headed guy walking his dog and being pulled to various directions, the chocking beagle needs to get loose and get wilder than those kids playing, laughing and throwing pebbles into a river; will the owner decide to unleash him once, where there's no danger or menacing raccoons? He finally lets him loose and the jovial dog starts barking, chasing the croaking and leaping frogs startled by fear! The pale-skinned man is getting a blistering sunburn, having spent two hours without any protection; he wishes he were swimming in a sea of cool waves, but he's wearing a maroon cowboy hat and lights a Colorado Maduro cigar he brought in the town of Lakewood; he watches its smoke puffs rising high to form a small cloud! On the slopes of the lush hill there are no trees, only Daffy-Down-Dillies... unlike the dandelions down below that bees avoid when they spot a rascal Parakeet that feeds on them and bends their stems; such a scene is rarely seen, never captured by humans!