The eyes cannot stop seeing
Even when it is time to sleep
Cannot let go of the scenes
Seen through the day's travel
The trees flow past in rows
Sometimes with flowers
Sometimes wearing none
Greenery is never tiresome
Impatient colours join in
Want to be seen all together
That we can't tell which is which
One shade from the other
The hills cannot be left behind
Come dancing around us
Asking how they look now
When blue they were from far
The lure of heaven is in its distance
What is easily had is evanescence
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