Radiant sun beams through an iridescent lens
Making psychedelic snowfall across the hills
And shining and swaying wheat fields glow
With rubies and diamonds and emeralds, too.
It brings my mind to life with promise.
It wakes the beast within to soothe me.
It dries the tears, calms the frustration
And leads me in a plain path toward tomorrow.
The sun will rise each day in splendor
The breeze will blow and cool the brow
And the hills will rise and fall with the aeons
As all things march toward eternity.
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