In the Lap of a Valley Curve
I watched the rising sun
early morning birds chatter
over blossoms dripping with nectar.
. relative silence
noise muted in the dawning hour
traffic on the distant highway
testimony to societies routine
muffled by hills and houses
Sun rise over my horizon
nestled in the lap of a valley curve
low hills a thousand shades of green
dark patches in hollows where shadows
A peacefulness rises from within
sighs join the gentle wind
as warmth spills over the hill's curved rim
and sunlight tumbles down the sloping decline...
. there is no measuring time, nor
the value of moments spent alone
watching the rising sun
bathe low hills in a thousand shades of green.
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