As we walk down the prairie,
Its yellowish green grass, a spark of serenity.
The crisp of the summer's breeze,
Caught us; we got lost in the moment.
The cows; its tails swaying.
The birds; arise above the meadows, the brownish hills.
A land that we are yet to venture,
These paths that lead to nowhere,
A step that was never there.
It left us behind.
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