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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