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Rocky Hills and Flowing Wadies

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Rocky Hills and Flowing Wadies �
The rocky plains expand southward �
To the high hills where the mountains rise �
The shortest path i take, is from the east.. �
Along the dogs' river, then heading south �
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I find the thick forest with its pine perfume �
As i walk along, i see dim shapes moving �
Between the trees skipping, like apes screaming �
the woods have their own ghosts, here, they abide �
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And from where the shepherds come home �
I find the tracks winding upward to the airy hills �
whereon i perch, and i cast my eagle sight �
And scan the pastures and the old houses �
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Only crimson, in deep distance, spots glimmer �
Under the feeble sun beam, their rays flicker �
Somewhere over there, i spent days of toil �
Like shepherds tending little sheep in school.. �
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On my weary trek across the wavy hills �
I come across a turtle, at snail's pace �
In faint rustle, among the weeds, prowling �
As silence, is so deafening to my ear �
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I follow the slope, winding pathway upward �
Reaching the wolf's fountain on mountain top �
Between glossy pebbles and birds sipping in �
Shining bright are waters, in flowing, silent streams �
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But, i miss the jujube tree that no longer lives �
Her prickly flowers and the wild fruit she gives �
A Godsend treat to the tame and to the wild �
Honeyed round brown, edible and delicious grains �
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In Summers, a shade and a wild mountain fruit �
For shepherds and herds to have a spell of rest �
And for birds to preen their shiny plumage and sip �
All under heaven's eye and a zen silence deep �
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In Winters, the old wadie of dogs, flows, and floods �
Drifting the wreck and all the dirt of many years �
Heaps of rubbish from aeons make stinking layers �
And so the rains shower, through a long waterway �
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Wise Nature, knows the mission she is assigned �
A duty to follow her own law, The Whole Harmony �
No need for human help to get the balance right �
Like wise, wild animals that are given to self-healing �
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But, i remain watching the book of Supreme Author �
The lines written in green, blue, and yellow �
Through which the human frequencies shuttle �
Between varied duties, and tasks aimlessly wandering �
Seeking truth blindly, passing it by, unknowing �
That Nature is the key answer to all eternal whys