Hill, Hill

Hill, hill,  where the world feels right, underneath the stars, in the soft light.

Up on the hill where -

the views turn out to be so broad;

The sunlight brightens up-

the landscape,, 

the shadows disappear;

With every step taken, 

we feel the breeze up,

the higher we climb, 

we become more open-minded;

hill, hill,

 where the world feels so vibrant;

the vision turns to be more clear.

Underneath the stars, 

in the soft moonlight;

hill up, hill down, 

making us ponder around;

stories of creative, 

and stories of wise,

Echoes of voices, 

the New Year unfolds.

Hill, Hill,

cursive path,

let the winds carry us higher,

catch the whispers of the ocean tide

on the hill, hill, 

where the spirit ignites.

whisper secrets through -

the rustling flowers

Hill, hill, 

where the world feels right,

underneath the stars, 

in the soft light.

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