Green field by the foothills

Early in the morning ere the sun
peeks over hills in subtle shades of green.
Alone I stand amidst a grassy field
with drops of dew refreshing, cool, and clean.

Fresh morning air my quiet soul surrounds,
pleasantly soothing every breath I take.
A silent wind sweeps gently o'er the field,
neither rustle nor a ripple does it make.

Its a green field 'neath the shadow of the hills,
a sea of grass spread o'er a deserted place.
Alone I stand in silent sea of green,
with drops of dew on blades of grass I face.

20191117
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Green field by the foothills