Beauty by the hill

The sun crawls out of hiding,
Like a baby out of a hat.
Shining bright and gracefully,
Gracing the morning cold.

Lanscape beneath,
Valley of life and beauty,
Green to the top,
A Road and a stadium,
Houses and factories.

What it is to live on a hill,
I get the sun breeze fresh,
Golden globe goes back to hiding,
And the moon creeps out,
The stars blue and mighty,
Shinning endlessly in color

Like a song of praise
Singing in harmony – lighting
Beauty by the hill,
Methinks its of worth.


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