The mist hung low, above the moors
A gentle breeze, caressed the tors.
Ancient boulders, lost in sleep
Buried secrets they would keep.
Up above the buzzards fly
Soaring, soft, dissect the sky.
Below, swift rodents, deftly dance
And measure future with their chance.
Ponies bow their heads to chew
Leaving thought to me, or you.
Yellow gorse, bursts on the scene
While adders seek the sun, unseen.
The beauty that is held herein
Surpasses wrath, and mortal sin.
This is God's own chosen land
It's not for us, to understand.
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