#6. Hillside

Swirling heat
behind the beat
of sun and golden ray
We gather on the hillside
Along the banks we play
lingering a moment
beneath the heat
of day.

Swim sweet songs of beauty
ripples in the stream
Breathe beneath the water
Mermaids in a dream.

I will sleep beneath the trees
as soft a wind to sway
Awakening to birdsong
There is magic
in this day.

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