Natural roses growing on a bush
The intoxicating scent of the flower
Sweeter then honey
Disguising the whispering cascade behind
Water of pure white
Falling from the precipice on high
Falling into a cool pond tinted blue
Sand cocooning the crystal pond
The blond hue broken only
Where the cool water leaves
Continuing its journey away from here
Leaving the grey cliff of granite
And the bush of the reddest roses
Behind
The rose bush gives way to a green hill
Covered in the softest grass
A place to sit
A place to sleep
Next to the grey cliff with the whispering water
And the mirror like pond
And the purest stream
The sun beats down
Warming the earth
Warming you
Smiling at the thin stream
Jetting of the cliff, falling to earth
The fall keeps whispering
A squirrel scurries by
Stopping only to drink at the clear blue pond
Scurrying away from the pencil grey cliff
Not from fear
There is no fear here.
In this place
Of natural beauty
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