The soul of singing

is a glorious sunshine

like a sea of golden

wheat tops

ready for harvest

as morning unfurls

a heavenly glow


emerald softened leaves

twist at the request

of passing breezes


ground shadows

from the hands of


cool the skin

while a piece of


crosses over a

back road


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