"The Artist"

Casting my "eyes" towards the rolling hills,
laminated by the white mystic-spells,
a sense of "peace" embraces the air,
like a mother cradling a baby.

Watching the sleepy rolling hills,
tenderly cuddled by the mid-day sun;
a mystic warmth disappearing in the air,
enlivens the iridescent green below.

Seeing myself surrounded by the rolling hills,
my soul fills with irresistible lightness and wonder;
I stand, not alone,
touched by the "Artist"!