Water trickling, rushing, flowing
in the stream below the barn.
Leaves on branches rustling, clattering
in wind-blown trees that stand so tall.
In the distance, green and brown,
the hillside reaches for the sky.
Clouds are floating, dancing, playing
Soft and white against so-blue sky.
Light years from here the sun is shining
Sharing light born long ago...
Long before Hawaiian ranchers
learned the ancient cattle song.
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