Moisten dirt, the fragrance of earth
comes from the warm summer rain,
fresh and clean recognized since birth,
one of natures senses that eases the pain.
Gently rolling hills of velvet of green,
spectacled with a rainbow of wild flowers,
a sight to behold , a scene so serene,
warms the heart with glistering showers.
In this vast land of enchantment so rare,
many wander in a state of utter confusion,
for beauty lies in the hearts of those who care,
lost in the endless battle of our own illusion.
Mankind lives and dies, yet never knows why,
blind in the darkness of the forbidden night,
casting cold shadows as lonely spirits cry,
hearts opened to kindness will see the light.
Remember precious moments never stand still,
there here and gone, all in a blink of the eye,
the battle of good verus evil is at your will,
to cherish and hold dear before you die.
Samuel E. Stone,
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