Fields of Whispering Dreams by Ruben White
In the hush of painted skies, Where golden hues embrace the land, The countryside unfolds its arms, A canvas brushed by gentle hands. Here, daisies nod in secret talks, Their laughter carried on the breeze, While brooklets hum a soothing tune, Tickling stones and bending trees. The mountains loom like ancient friends, Their shadows hold the sun's sweet rays, With each hill dressed in emerald gowns, They dance upon the dawning days. As twilight weaves a silken quilt, Stars twinkle like a distant fire, And crickets sing their evening songs, While dreams take flight and hearts conspire. In every corner, life awakes, A tranquil spell, a soft embrace, The countryside, a silent muse, Where peace finds refuge, time can trace.
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