I wrote this on a car trip through the mountains.
Green Hills, Green
I pass by the silver waves of the lake,
yellow plains of wheat,
and the snow capped mountains.
They are all spectacular in their own liking,
but none of them make me happier,
than the hills of green.
Green hills are magical in their own light; with rises and depressions,
with yawning sunrises,
and gleaming sunsets.
There's nothing I can't love more,
than my green hills of green.
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Shorty Stories!
Short StoryThis is a book full of randoms, unrealated (maybe) short stories! There's violence, romance, stupidity, and more! Bewere of references and maybe some fangirling. Nosebleeds included! Read at your own risk, kidos! ;)
