Upon a Hillside
The grass is green, the maiden said.
The sky is blue, responded the goose.
What if I said the world was emerald?, the girl questioned.
I would say it is more sapphire, replied the ancient turtle.
Different worlds, various colors,
Spinning
Together
Upon a hillside.
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