The shattered minerals, where mountains reach
Piercing the clouds, against the azure skies
Their granite peaks smile, a majestic site
Reflective dawn, in fading evenings fall
Green forests climb where rivers sweetly flow
Through valley's forge, where sun strawberries grin.
The gentle hills, a rolling verdant wave
A peaceful, sweet scene, the souls in rest sleep
An orchestra of nature's grand design.
An eternal gift looked truly alive
Hundred chickadees whispers in sweet breeze.
Through eon's aged trees, among rustling leaves
The rockies brisk air, crisp and clear and pure
A brilliant hue, a verdant living scene
Where eagles float on wings of grace and might
And hidden streams shine, the fading pink sun
A sanctuary where weary souls roam
Far from the city and it's bustling crowd
In nature's embrace, creation is found
On grassed sacred ground where peace does survive.
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Author Notes
So this one was a real head scratcher. I must counted syllables, lines parameters, a many, many times. I still don't think I have it right. However, I shall give my attempt as is. Because my head hurts now.
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