Country Side

February 28, 2011
By Anonymous

Moonlight shines on the ground
All throughout there is no sound
Nightingales flutter, silent as the starts
The hills stretch for miles afar
The grass sways lightly in the breeze
An owls hoot softly in the trees
The stream trickles on its way
Off in the distance a wolf bays
The countryside wastes its days away

And I hope all its wonders are here to stay

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