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forever changing forever beautiful

A checkerboard of colors 
the fields unfold 
Emerald greens 
golden yellows 
and russet browns 
Dappled sunlight 
dances on the leaves 
Whispers of the wind 
through ancient oaks 
Wildflowers bloom 
in a riot of hues 
Poppies red as passion 
daisies pure as dreams 
Rolling hills 
like waves of a verdant sea 
Hedges weave a tapestry
nature’s own design 
Birdsong fills the air 
a symphony of life 
Streams meander 
silver threads in the quilt 
Sheep graze 
white dots on a painter’s canvas 
Cottages nestle cozy 
and quaint Paths 
wind through meadows 
inviting wanderers 
The scent of earth 
fresh and alive 
Clouds drift
lazily shadows play on the land 
Sunsets blaze 
a final burst of color 
Twilight whispers 
the day gently fades 
Stars emerge 
diamonds in the velvet sky 
The countryside 
a living breathing masterpiece 
A checkerboard of colors 
forever changing 
forever beautiful

 

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Bernie Martin

Firstly I like that you finish with the title. Secondly I like there being no punctuation. Thirdly I love your opening line. Fourthly there are so many great lines - like waves of a verdant sea, hedges weave a tapestry, white dots on a painter's canvas. But my favourite has to be "silver threads in the quilt." Wow that is so beautiful. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Janie18...

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