Brie Hinterland
An Ode To This Beautiful Place
The air, a whisper, sweet and keen, With scents of pine and summer green. Sunlight dapples through the leaves, A golden tapestry it weaves.
The river's song, a gentle flow, Where ancient, mossy stones still glow. A distant bird, its call so clear, A melody to hold so dear.
The ancient trees, with branches high, Stand silent, watching seasons fly. Their roots run deep, a steady hand, The steadfast heart of this dear land.
Beneath the sky, a canvas wide, Where peace and beauty softly ride. This place, a balm, a gentle grace, A smile reflected on my face.
Each breeze that stirs, each ray that falls, Responds to beauty's heartfelt calls. Here, stillness reigns, and worries cease, Within this haven, I find peace.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR1rBqsAExs
Taken at: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bloom%20Haven/129/187/33
An Ode To This Beautiful Place
The air, a whisper, sweet and keen, With scents of pine and summer green. Sunlight dapples through the leaves, A golden tapestry it weaves.
The river's song, a gentle flow, Where ancient, mossy stones still glow. A distant bird, its call so clear, A melody to hold so dear.
The ancient trees, with branches high, Stand silent, watching seasons fly. Their roots run deep, a steady hand, The steadfast heart of this dear land.
Beneath the sky, a canvas wide, Where peace and beauty softly ride. This place, a balm, a gentle grace, A smile reflected on my face.
Each breeze that stirs, each ray that falls, Responds to beauty's heartfelt calls. Here, stillness reigns, and worries cease, Within this haven, I find peace.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR1rBqsAExs
Taken at: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Bloom%20Haven/129/187/33