The Rolling Humpback Hills

The rolling humpback hills dips down into the valley Fading off into the horizon. Giving the illusions of vast herds of buffalos. Roaming and grazing peacefully Across the sun lite plains, Over fertile fields of wheat and wild grasses. Stretching into native lakes, Surrounded by tall-growing bulrush weeds, And cattails gracefully arching into magical gateways, with every little breeze, your imagination travels on a journey with mother nature. Riding the flowing rivers filled with speckled trout shimmering across the sun lite waters. Up Over the moss, and onto the banks beyond the tee pees into wind swept prairies with herds of buffalos and dancing with daffodils bending and swaying, over the grassy hills and dales. in your imagination