Worlds Apart
Silent is the stand, gentle is the gaze
The view of the meadow is grand, in oh so very many ways
The person looks on, all is as it was
Gentle and green grass, dancing every day
Resplendent river of rich mass, safariing without a stay
Soothing sun’s soft seal, seeding spirit so
Hearty and halcyon hills heal, fostering faith and fancy’s flow
Fervent flowers flirt, fetching fair fondness
Many sunrises, many moonrises
Silent is the stand, gelid is the glare
The view of the meadow is bland, with oh so very little there
The person looks on, forever blinded
Grating green grass grasps, conforming cluster
Rudimental river raves rasps, lolling and lacking all luster
Stinging sun’s sharp seal, scorching spirits so
Haughty and harsh hills are all heel, fostering fear and feral’s flow
Feigned flowers flaunt fast, fetching feeble fools
Forever meadow, forever human
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