The Feathery Hill In The Golden Meadow

In a golden meadow, stood a feathery hill,

With a gentle breeze blowing, it stood still.

The grassy slope, so green and lush,

So soft and fair, like a virgin's blush.

On the hill stood a tree, tall and grand,

On its branches, birds did stand.

They chirped and sang a melody so sweet,

Their music, like honey, was a joy to eat.

The breeze carried the scent of the flowers,

That bloomed on the hill like magic powers.

The sky was blue, and the sun shone bright,

A sight so divine, it filled with delight.

As I stared at the feathery hill all around,

A sense of calm and peace, I found.

And in that moment, I realized the thrill,

Of the beauty of the Feathery Hill.

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