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A Dream of New Beginnings

I roam among the rain washed hills
Emerald green and sweet smelling
The fragrance of health and well being fills the air
Hiding wildflowers of a coming Spring
I have walked endlessly among their hidden wonders
And changing moods
And have found in the smallest particle of them
A perfection that reflects the farthest star
That is why I wander these hidden hills of wonder
And rest among the swaying grasses
It would be an honor to rest forever here
And be nourishment for the wildflowers of endless Springs to come

So leave no stone nor earthly grave for me
For I will always be where the scent of a new breeze
Blows across the heights into the heart of all true things
And dreams its dream of new beginnings


--G G., Adult