Majestic In The Morning Sun

Through the fields I run
Plume field poppies run
Majestic in the morning sun

Cobblestones line the stream
Am I beyond the void of dream
Daylight shimmering also so bright
Beautiful vessel in my sight

Over hill and over dale
Alas I walk the dusty trail
Beneath the oak, I sit to rest
Open hearted at my crest

Marvelling the field of green
Painted like a picture scene
White clouds shimmer in the sky
Silent strangers passing by

And gently in the rocking breeze
Leaves that fall, now rest in ease

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