On the Hills

Where the hills embrace the sky,
And earth meets heaven’s sigh,
I wandered through the fragrant air,
In peace, amidst beauty rare.

The wildflowers in colors bright,
Blooming fields, a pure delight,
While birds sang soft, their melodies,
In harmony with swaying trees.

The rolling hills, so bold, so free,
A tapestry of verdancy,
Each step a journey, each breath a song,
In nature’s arms, where I belong.

• Margaret Munro