Thirsty Hills See Rains
There stood a lonely hill
browned and dead, still
the cloudy sky crowned
the lonely hill that frowned
at its own ugly looks
"There's hope"
So sighed it's gentle slope
Alas! The down came the rains
and thus its greens regained.
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