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I love to hear the sound of rushing streams;
To sit by calming waters of clear glass.
And heavenly scents of flowers fill my dreams
In tranquil meditation, time does pass

The green and grassy hills call after me
I’m drawn in time to places far away
Amongst the verdant ferns I’d rather be
I wish I were a bird then I could stay.

The cloudless sky, a lovely shade of blue
And darkened woods impaled by streams of light;
Enchanting woodland creatures live here too
And what is hidden now, revealed in night.

The hours do pass away, the clock does chime,
I’ll have to come again some other time.