Beneath a sky that breathes and swirls,
The plain lies still, where silence hurls
Its weight upon the golden sea,
A boundless stretch of destiny.
No mountains rise, no rivers gleam,
Just earth and sky, a timeless dream.
The grasses sway, a whispered tune,
Beneath the gaze of sun and moon.
A farmhouse stands, a humble mark,
Its shadow long as daylight dark.
A figure walks, so small, so slow,
Through fields that only quiet know.
The clouds, like brushstrokes, bold and free,
Paint stories of eternity.
Their hues of gray and gold entwine,
A masterpiece of the divine.
Oh, plain of peace, of endless grace,
Your beauty lies in open space.
A world unbroken, pure, and true,
Where earth and heaven softly woo.
So here I stand, a fleeting guest,
In awe of nature’s quiet quest.
The plain, the sky, a song unsung—
A harmony forever young.
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