Everlasting
I open my eyes
to the world below
where bison stampede
and the green grass grows.
I see the grand mountains
all looking fine
With their purple,
looking flashingly divine.
Hearing streams trickle
watching the sun glow bright,
I hope that this genuine moment
lasts a lifetime.
I observe the dancing trees
and the bisonn pawing the ground,
the earth begins to tremble, all around.
Sighing, i turn around
thanking myself for finding,
this everlasting sight...
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