Green Valley
"Whispers of Breeze Play among the Tall Grass"
In the heart of rolling hills and dappled light,
Where emerald meadows stretch to meet the sky’s delight,
Lies a green valley, cradled in nature’s gentle embrace,
Where time slows its pace, and worries find their place.
There, whispers of breeze play among the tall grass,
As wildflowers nod in the sun's tender pass.
A stream meanders through, its laughter sweet and clear,
Reflecting the azure heavens, whispering secrets dear.
In the green valley, birdsong weaves a soft melody,
Echoing through ancient trees, a timeless symphony.
Here, peace finds a home in the quiet of the glen,
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Abbas
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Comments (2)
Nature is such a wonder. Thanks for sharing.
Nice story