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Home
In the heart of the countryside,
Where the world is calm and slow,
Stands an isolated home,
With fields of green and skies aglow.
The rolling hills stretch out far,
And the grasses dance in the breeze,
As the sun shines bright and warm,
And the world is at perfect ease.
The fields that surround the house,
Are full of life and green,
As the trees sway in the wind,
And the flowers bloom with sheen.
The skies above are endless,
With clouds that drift and roam,
Surely as the sun sets and the stars come out,
The night turns into home.
This isolated home is a haven,
For those who seek peace and rest,
A place where peace is found,
And nature is at its best.
So, come and visit this home,
With its fields of green and big skies,
And let your worries drift away,
As you’re welcomed with open eyes.
Great image and love the poem. For some reason I am so drawn to the open sky and horizon, especially if it shared with and isolated house, barn, tree, windmill or whatever. Well seen, my friend!
Some places can look so large but yet friendly. Thanks, Monte.