Eric Campos
Sacred meadow, gold and green,
Stretching far as the eye can see.
You tempt me cross, and yet that cannot be,
My mortal steps would surely trample thee.
And so I just stand,
I watch,
I soak you in from afar.
I gain joy in my heart,
It is a beautiful sight,
And yet, I know,
With winter it shall depart.
And that is what makes it a vision greater.
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