Glorious

There is a place were silver water flows.
Were flowers bloom in a gracious pose.
Were trees sway
And pixies lay
Upon a golden cloud,
As waterfalls roar loud.
Trees sway to the rhythm of the land
Making a show were they stand
And Creatures watch in peace.
All a piece
Of a beautiful view.
Each day something new.





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