I am your landscape
Gentle hills and rolling valleys
Warmed as they feel the sunshine of your smile
You paint me with pink blushes
Of your dappled light
Or shower me with rain
to swell the rushing rivers
in my welcoming valleys
You meet the challenge of my
untamed, rebellious dark mountains
with laughter as you find the crevice in my walls
A drop, a trickle, a torrent
you shape my rocky places to your will.
I am your landscape.
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