Out on the meadow
the sheep graze
A burst of colour
green and white
throw an exuberance,
Sheep engage in
munching grass
producing a murmur
the grass jostle in the air
in silent tune.
Devouring the scenario
my heart expands
as I inhale fresh air,
The wind sings la la la .
Listening to the notes
I stay in trance.
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