Tan and toned
The pasture pulses
Shivering under the silver shine
Sending ripples along
The river running
Beyond the slope of the hills divine
A cascading waterfall
Caresses the peak
And comes to a rest at the base of the sky
Below a vision so sculpted and perfect
It had to be molded
By the hands of God
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