I love the way the sun shines,
On the fields and open grass,
On the cleaved mountain pass,
As I drive past.
I can hear a soundtrack in my head,
That speaks of joy and escape,
Of rolling laughing in the grass,
Of great times present, future and past.
I take in the grand sight,
And remember that in the scheme of things,
We are all travelers,
Passing by.
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