High on a hill, where the wind whistles low,
and whispers sweet secrets to flowers below;
Where neon green grasses ripple like waves,
bowing and swaying at the foot of dark caves.
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Wind whistles low to blow flowers high in hills. So amazing imagery is drawn here definitely. Fantastic poem shared...10