Dream my dreams
Walk in them
Through the hills
Of my home.
Taste the sweet water
Drawn from the well
Of my remembering
Sip it slow.
Run through tall grasses
To follow the fleeing deer
Run hard though you know
The race is not yours to win.
Sit still in a hayloft
Watching through the door
Seeing the world
Secret and hidden from all.
Dream my dreams
Sit and watch the joy
The comfort of the mountains
The harmony of the hills.
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