Post by Bladejnk on Feb 17, 2003 10:22:51 GMT -5
Blue mountains rise in endless rows,
Fading pale as the distance grows.
Feather white clouds stretch across the sky,
Touching mountain peaks up high.
Countless trees stand still and tall,
Their branches beckon, but don't move at all.
Through breaking mist far down below,
Grass, beige and green, like a carpet roll.
Over valley floor, the Sun's rays play,
Painting glimmering lakes throughout the day.
Where rivers wind and streams, they flow
To deep blue seas further off, they go
There, way down along the sandy shores,
Ocean waves, they break and roar.
This place of beauty and nature's might
Caresses your eyes up until the night,
When blackness shrouds the view afar,
The scene returns with the morning star.
Fading pale as the distance grows.
Feather white clouds stretch across the sky,
Touching mountain peaks up high.
Countless trees stand still and tall,
Their branches beckon, but don't move at all.
Through breaking mist far down below,
Grass, beige and green, like a carpet roll.
Over valley floor, the Sun's rays play,
Painting glimmering lakes throughout the day.
Where rivers wind and streams, they flow
To deep blue seas further off, they go
There, way down along the sandy shores,
Ocean waves, they break and roar.
This place of beauty and nature's might
Caresses your eyes up until the night,
When blackness shrouds the view afar,
The scene returns with the morning star.
