The Rolling Hills
A work from a recently discovered tome called, ‘Reflections Upon the Beauty of the Light’ published around 362 KY by a ‘Mother H.B.’ - Some speculate its author might be Bishop Kessanella Prismspark...But surely they must be mistaken - right?
And far beyond all sight and sound and mind
You keep in all your ken our histories.
And filled with all the treasures we can find
You hide within your folds our mysteries.
Your slopes have seen the passing of an age
And measured every footstep trodden there
A his'try written not on a page
Within the fens, the fells, the lakes, the lairs
But few will stop and listen to your song
Preferring to be show haste throughout their days
Too quickly do they trod on paths along
Not taking time to listen from their ways.
But I will stay and learn your mysteries
Oh Rolling Hills teach me our histories.
- Mother H.B.
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