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Up On Summer Hill

The summer breeze skips and dances
Lightly over the crest of the hill

Sighing contentedly in the leaves
Wizened scrub oak, juniper, brambles

Life springing up from solid rock
To seek sun and drink rain

Flowers bloom fresh and new
Beauty in bright colors radiating joy of life

Gracing our existence for this moment
As we pause in passing to notice

We sit on rocks and close our eyes
Absorbing the sunshine and peace

Of a breeze in the flowers
On a summer hilltop

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