Over The Hills

Over the undulated meadows,
dandelions dancing,
grasses weaving in,
blades swinging out,
tis is a sunlight valley.

Young traveler,
who came from afar,
stopped over the hills,
hands clasped over heart,
whispers are to be heard.

Unclouded skies above,
soft hearth underneath,
traveler's hand opened,
restless voices ceased,
chosen destiny has set in.

Music within traveler's heart,
streamed freely across,
for traveler is sure,
life has its course,
over the hills.


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