Over The Hills And Far Away

daily prompt: the natural world

south of the maples                                       between clear waters
where the sun warms the ground               l  purling down their rills
and boreal winds lay                         ll            for you to travel far
the most colourful leaves                               and run free
to your feet
.                                                             ll        beneath the branches
on the hill with a view                             ll       of a whispering birch
near wild heaven                                    lll      where i remember how
for you to count the stars                       lll      you hushed me to sleep
and listen to nightingales                      ll        you shall rest.

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