I hope to see the hills.
I hope to see rolling hills.
Ones that seemingly never end.
Ones that I can't find 
the words to describe. 
I know there exists 
such feats of nature out there.
I've seen it with my two eyes.
Where the land has been untouched by the ignorance of man.
Where I feel lost to time.
Yet cannot seem to spend enough of,
round these mountains that wind.
I felt the hills below me,
Undulating,
Without sin,
Innocent as the cries of a new born child.
I felt all that and more,
Simply under my feet.
What more could I have gauged had I lay down,
Peering into the blue skies above 
With an empty stare.
It is there that I know what it is to be human,
Where things made sense.
I hope to see the hills again.
I hope to see them rolling. 

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