Mountains tall, rivers flow, Tall Trees proud, colours aglow, Whistling birds, melodic in tune, High banked sand, in the shape of a dune. Waterfalls pure, sweet-smelling air, Animals living, without being scared, Sounds of nature in its own domain, Growth so thick, lots of rain. Fish a plentiful, in rivers of gold, will never be caught or ending up-sold, The unspoilt land, can it be true? Where the grass is so green, and skies are blue. The only sound alive is life at peace days very long a slow-release nature at rest and left alone No exhausts or a telephone. Fruit-bearing trees tall and proud Enough to eat if you're allowed! no taxes, laws, just animal rules Were nothing matters, undisturbed pools. No fear of loss in its very slow pace miles away from the old rat race wake up in the morning to fresh cool air Living off the land and all it can spare. Tall green grass no need for mowing viewing for miles the sun is glowing wildflowers growing carpeted throughout Even if it's arid, or a lengthy drought. Visited by the few, unspoilt land left to its vices mountains grand a dot on the map, no one insight Purely magical an ocular delight.
thanks mary xx
Love this! Can I use a section of this in a Youtube video I’m making? Will credit you for it of course.
off course friend, thank you…
hehe thanks Mary xx