Give back to earth what belongs to earth.

Upon a mountain's silent crest,

A monochrome canvas, nature's best.

A solitary tree, poised with grace,

At the mountain's edge, in its embrace.

 

Beside a winding road, it winds and turns,

As if nature's hand in it discerns.

A railway's path runs parallel,

Whispering tales, ancient as a spell.

 

The Mures River, tranquil and wide,

With graceful currents, it does glide.

Through valleys and meadows, it drifts and flows,

A testament to time, as onward it goes.

 

Soimos Castle, though hidden from view,

Its spirit lingers, as ancient stones do.

In this scene, a story is unfurled,

A snapshot of a changing world.

 

The castle's essence, forever near,

Though unseen, it lingers here.

In this black and white tableau,

A timeless tale of long ago.

 

A.I generated poem. Thanks for the visit and have a nice day.

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