In a far away no where, a cabin in the woods. The forest all around, a field beyond where the horses run.
A beach as the field runs to the end.
Rolling hills, tumbling streams, the stars visible at night.
Visitors come and visitors go, the days pass on in quiet.
The birds fly through the skies, the badgers in the dens, the rabbits in the fields,
The pheasants and the ents.
The forest continues, back miles and miles,
The deer run through thickets, the green grows in wild.
The hills that rise, the mountain far away, the snow on the peaks, the trees part way up.
The vast sky, the blues and the greys.
Rain tumbles down, into the valley, the fireflies dance,
The flowers in bloom, the midspring summer,
Owls scream their cries
Night signals the end.
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