Fold upon fold, of voluptuous green,

to rise and fall, on horizon's crest.

Rolling and swaying, padded and preened,

with hedgerow's hands against her breast.

Unfettered clouds like tangled tresses,

drape across those shoulders bare.

A field of poppies blush her cheek,

and voice of birdsong, ring's the air.

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