the fields are
more full each year,
they have
lived their lives
and now this.
here in the warm
tall grass,
you see their heads
turned towards
the sun,
their hands
touching one another.
they wait for you
to join them.
the sky is a perfect
blue.
the mountains
capped in pristine snow.
there is green
everywhere. it is
a beginning not an
end.
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