The Hills Come Alive
The hills come alive in the summer.
The many plants of a green color.
The wind echoing through the valleys.
Near the mountain streem grows lilies.
The hills wave up and down the horizon.
Up and down the hills go on by the dozens.
The hills fade in the distance as the sun sets
Turning the sky orange above the green carpet.
The fuzzy clouds meet the green and growing earth
At the hilltop, and to beauty and magesty give birth.
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