A haze of fog
Covers my view
Making the scene ahead
Feel like a dream
With bright green leaves
Coated in dust
And serene water
Rippling far below
White walled huts
With rusty red roofs
Looking so small
Like they belong to dolls
Forty three palm trees
I counted each one
In the dimming light
Of the setting sun
Lush green pastures
The size of my palm
With blank and white cows
Grazing around
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