The sun rose early as she rubbed her eyes
Wispy clouds floating in a sapphire sky
Opening the windows, a long deep sigh
Her view of mountains, being up so high …
The saffron-yellow sun burning off the haze
Summer is a-coming with its longer days
The verdant meadows for the sheep to graze
The corn is planted to be turned into maize …
A stiff breeze now blowing, and the air so thin
Watching trees sway and clouds rolling in
The windows still ajar, and goosebump skin
As she felt the chill on her frame, so slim …
Suddenly, then, the rains come down
Splashing the windows, pitter-patter sounds
Soaking the soil, turning deepest brown
Driving the raindrops under the ground …
From the steep hilltops tumble waterfalls
Church spire in the distance, proud and tall
Chilly shoulders now wrapped in a shawl
Nature is majestic and never fails to enthral.
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Essentially Ellie 