Up so high, in the clouds, behold! the grace of the hills, what other words can be use to dedicate its stunning beauty? no, none other than... beautiful.
Shall I ride the wind up the sentinial? That enormous rocky wall which had been guarding every creatures dwelling underneath it for countless decades...
Perhaps, I should wonder through the woods, instead, that which will surely welcome me with soft layer of carpet made of leaves and nurishing soil...
Sniffing the vibrant colors of the earth, I ponder, picking the flowers isn't a sin, is it? though nature call it stealling beauty.
I see the color flying, was that the faries? I heard whispered...
"come, come, and stay." I heard
I followed, without doubt, the voice, to where it came... to the heart, to the hills, the enchanted ground of the magical nature, up the hills...
I stood on the peak, watching at the shrunken world, so small, I almost thought I could hide it in my pocket... and, was I part of the world?
No...I am part of the hills...I came, I stay...
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