Song of the Peaceful Valley

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Sing a new song unto the Earth...

Submitted: February 23, 2018

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The Hills stand green and still against the majesty of the North’s proud winds.

The mountains, piercing the sky, stand guard over the golden fields.

The Great God Frost and his icy wife, Winter, shall not pass this day.

Their duet falls silent.

Lavender, Gold, Rose and sky Blue streak across the Heavens in blissful joy, as their trio rings clear

Singing of Mother Mountain and her arms wrapped around, protecting their golden world.

 

The Sea of Tenor strong, Storm’s Bass so bold and sweet soprano of Sky are one, singing a chorus so sweet

Even the smallest of hummingbirds beats his wings in tempo.

The bells of daffodils, honeysuckle and the temperamental tulips ring out,

Knowing Father Frost has gone from the land, their prayers answered at last.

The heart of the valley beats as one.

One life, one rhythm, one voice, one song.

The winds twirl and play at their ease, dancing to the celebration.

The eyes of men and all he is risen to the Heavens.

Proclaim his blessings:

“Upon the hills green and still against the majesty of the North’s proud winds

Shall the mountains, piercing the sky, forever stand guard over the golden fields!”


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