Stumble, clumsily upon this peaceful paradise.

Such a moment only seen by such a few.

Clear against the weather darkened leafy green,

Each pearly drop of early morning dew.

So undiscovered, undisturbed,

So peaceful it may be,

Until some poor lumbering fool,

Trespasses it like me.

Each blade of grass is reaching high,

Each tree has branches spread,

One wonders at this pleasing sight,

What was in nature's head?

Each petal sculpted to perfection by the artist's hand,

Oh what blundering apprentice undertook to create man?

The End

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