Wonders of Nature

In yonder vale, a path doth meander, as a lazy snake,
Upon the hills of green, whereon the sun doth wake.
The acacia trees, in ranks so trim and neat,
Stand sentinel on either side, as if to greet.

As one doth tread this path of ease and grace,
The hillsides blush with peach trees' tender face.
At journey's end, a castle doth arise,
With pointed roofs of red, as if from heavens' skies.

Two golden catalpas, like generals of might,
Stand guard on either side, in proudest sight.
And as one gazes up, the clouds of cotton soft,
Slow their pace, to gaze upon the castle's loft.

Bending low, the castle's gate doth open wide,
As if to say, "Welcome, traveler, to my side."
A scene so quaint, a tale of old,
Where every stone and leaf doth stories hold.

This is the charm of nature's hand, so fair,
A place where time doth stand, and whispers there.
And as you step within, the world doth fade,
And you are welcomed to a realm that's not made.

A realm of dreams, where fantasy doth reign,
And every step you take, a story's chain.
So enter now, with heart and soul,
And let the castle's tale, your spirit console.

Ships 2024-10.