standing in the field
surrounded by wildflowers
mountains shading distant views
trees spotted in groups
some singular in their stance
the valley comes alive
animals graze in the grass
relaxed from missing enemies
butterflies break the stillness
adding only to the beauty
uninterrupted for miles around
the meadow comes alive
words carry weight
traveling in the silence
nothing but natural glitters
disappear as the sun fades
turning towards tomorrow
when the valley comes alive

-Jennie Nawrocki

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