A peace that takes all thoughts away,
A breeze that blows dreams in a sway,
A clear blue sky that seems to say-
'Paint me now, remember me this way'.
A hill of tall grass reaching high,
Enough for nations to live by.
A treelined ridge before the mountain
That shoots, abrupt, up, like a fountain;
Its stoney side soaked in sunlight,
Its lush green slopes in shy delight.
The sun, peeking through o'verhead branches,
As bugs, birds, bees, make distant midair dances
...So many worlds, here, to be lost in...
...Such a world, here, to be tossed in...