Harmony of Home

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In quiet fields, where rivers bend, 

The farmer's land and skies extend. 

The air is thick with summer's grace,
 
A peaceful, unmarked, gentle space. 

The white cat prowls through rows of green, 

A ghost of fur in sunlight’s gleam. 

His eyes, like stars, reflect the sky, 

A whisper where the wild things lie. 

The soil, the hands, they work as one, 

Beneath the watchful eye of sun. 

Yet all is calm, no rush, no race, 

Just life unfolding, steady pace. 

And in this land where moments blend, 

The earth and I, the cat, our friend,
 
We find in every seed and leaf, 

A world of quiet, soft relief.

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