Country

Phyllis looked beyond the rolling fields of hay, the tall grasses and wild flowers, the streams, lakes, and rivers. She rushed through the marshes and forests, over the valleys and hill tops. She'd seen the sun rise and fall wearing glittering robes; heard coyotes howl as the moon pressed down on them and birds sing to fill up the expansive blue skies. Storms had rumbled overhead, promising nourishment to some and reminding others their was always something larger. She witnessed the rebirth of Spring, the celebration of Summer, the fight of Fall days, and the loneliness of Winters. The country had revealed its beauty and harshness, its many treasures her entire life. Still, she didn't feel it made her rich. Rather, she felt humbled by its greatness.


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