Tranquil villege sleeps
in fluffy mists of aprils morning
magnificent and spread
across hopes and human dreams
shadowed now, before sun enhance
tropical presprings selfish intent-
that exites the good folks perceptive ego.
way down deep betwix tall mountain
human lovestrains outward drifts
way down deep beneath tall sky
perception, ambition outward spiral
perpetuating the human thing.
vast blue, the river, the poet in between
human condition contemplated
tranquil village sleeps
in soft white mists of aprils morning
ice and fire, dynamic states
nature is evolving.
Saint andrews mountains. from the one above the rest.
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