I dreamed all wars had ended
though these hills are not mine
they are a most welcomed sight
rolling like a surreal memory
reappearing any day or night
rolling hills unfold a colorful valley
introducing dreamlike coastlines
free from greed & corruption
and self-righteous shrines
all destruction’s been destroyed
replaced by acres of wildflowers
a newfound spirit rising with the sun
resurrected into a new age
this self-healing land will live on
long after warring sides vanish
bestowed to us by the almighty
this day forward ‘til kingdom come
february two thousand twenty-two
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