The hills of Kimberly

Drops of hand woven sunlight;
Glides across the space with its might.

A cherub here and a goat there,
God's design work under care.

two lonely cowboys on their black mountain rover,
Rush away the herds from the silent mover.

Stream of water cutting every stone,
Flowing with them are logs alone.

The hills have a mystic serenity,
with clouds around it gives a heavenly proximity.

As shadows wash the plains,
My emotions almost breaks away from the devils chain....

Some say the place is very silent,
But, I hear the sound of silence;
And its quite eloquent.

Down the slopes lies a graveyard with a deserted view;
Souls rises from within a but leaves the world without you.

And finally the lights fade away slowly;
A day well spent on "The hills of Kimberly".