Far Away

Over a thousand hills,
A hundred mills,
Across lush green fields,
All grey-black dies,
And gay-time seed yields.

Adobe of heaven above,
Dancing and swinging green below,
Soft silent waves touch,
In the sky a giant spotlight yellow.
Joy and elated one will be much.

Mind and heart stand solitaire.,
Far from the madding crowd,
Acrimony and asperity nowhere near.
Travelled and moved away from loud.
Oh how they all lure.