I wandered one day to a Mystic Land,
The beauty alarmed me—everything seemed so grand.
What does this Mystic Land mean to me?
I feel my very being and my soul seem so free.
The bright light that permeates the scene,
Was something emanating from the unseen.
The flowers were of a brighter hue, that captured the scene.
The gurgling stream went on its way, enchanted by the aura of light.
A tree stood by, the branches keeping track of a thousand leaves.
Then came birds of every hue and size, in flight.
What a scene!