Rolling Hills

Rolling hills of purple flowers
Orange skies hung high above
Blooming trees spanning the horizon
In which the birds sing with love.
I sit there in my window staring out
Amazed at the skyline in my sight
I wonder how such beauty came to be
Bathed under the golden rays of sunlight
I see the hills rolling gentle and free--
Warmed by the setting of the sun
The meeting of nature's greatest scenes
Merge before me and two become one.
Purple waves in the distance rise
To meet orange sunsets every day
And I wait to catch just a glimpse
Of this grand and exquisite display.