~By The Greens Of Pastures Wide~
Take me to a sacred place beset by Nature’s beauty, where nothing but euphoria and silence comforts me, and there I’ll rest a little while below a timeworn tree, where truth and reason linger within Nature’s melodies. Upon a crooked stile, I’ll watch as jet-black ravens soar, as Mother Nature humbles me, I’ll want for nothing more. And by the greens of pastures wide, my merry soul shall fly, unburdened by life’s mysteries, in Nature’s arms, I’ll rise.
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