Nature is a different world from our own
Yet, it is home
A place of reflections and retreat
A place of dreams
Dreams that occur in the dead of night
Separate
Light, open, and calming
A solitary place to think
As water gurgles along its path
And the air drips with the sweet perfume of flowers
Now a pond shimmers
Entrancing the mind with its mythical sheen
And the dew clings to you in the cold, brisk air
The water’s waves whispering untold secrets
And the trees murmur back
Now it is day
And the meadow beckons
Playful, and rekindles childhood memories
The grasses billowing back and forth
And miracles, they do exist after all
But then there is a change
And darkness falls
The sun sets on an old world
As it lies the times of peace to sleep
And it is time to leave
Back to our own world
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