Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

John Clare
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,...
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,...
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,...
Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,...
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The beauty of nature is truly amazing. A hilltop looks like it is on fire, and the river glistens like molten gold. The earth is so full of life and beauty that one can’t help but be awestruck at the world around them.

Source: Poems Chiefly From Manuscript

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