The passage of time and the passage of light
And the drift of thought.
Cloud cover comes and goes,
A brightening and a darkening.
Birdsong and other rivers.
A convergence and a dissipation.
They all return to the one horizon,
Led away by song and by the rolling hills.
—
simonhlilly 
Sparkles with peace and spaciousness.
Many thankses, Ben.
🙂
Oh so so beautiful! And yes, just as it is. Thank you.
Many thanks, kenza!