Dormant Hills
There, they lie in the mist
Hills in the cold winter
They wait for an artist
Their sighs to surrender
They stand quiet in the cold
They stand quiet in the heat
They freeze yet they stay bold
Straightened up on their feet
Sleeping hills by the wood
At their feet they take a nap
They feel out of the mood
They wait for change to hap
Flowers smell in the air
Fragrance rises from the deep
It seems that they can feel
So they took a short sleep
Green hills rise from he earth
Green hills swell with a bump
They seem they will give birth
To life out of the womb
Cheers are heard in the sky
Perfumes sway in the blue
Brooks make their running way
Life is starting anew.
By truefeeling
© 2011 truefeeling
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