Secret Paradise

The mellow guitar strums on the edges of the soft golden hills,
Gently wrapping the dancing streams tenderly kissed by golden sun.
Blades of sweet and blissful grass overlap enticing meadows.
Buttercups and honey suckles begin to whisper in the breeze.
Short stubby trees doze around the warm valleys.
A couple luminous, silky coulds watch from above.
The lullaby of a songbird floats in the air.
Small ponds are inhabited by extraordinary fish.
They rest in nooks near the majestic rolling hills.
A bundle of exotic fruit trees get entangled in vast sunbeams.
Trees cast enchantingly beautiful shadows.
The bright orange sun sets as the day comes to and end.

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