  The fragrance of the pine and the dew, The brushing of all the fresh breeze, A picturesque lake steals the scenery Surrounded by conifer trees. Silence hangs low till the morning, Then the sun creeps its way up the sky, Announcing a new day a-dawning, Then birds out of nests start to fly. Serenity, peace, all that's tranquil, That opens the mind to the view, To all that is lucid in nature, Which shows off its charms pure and true. The beauty of all that is simple, Uncluttered, pristine in affect, The landscape that art longs to capture, To portray an all-time aspect. The magic that comes with the sun set, Projecting through timber its ray, Sinking beneath snowy mountains, As dusk casts its cloak on the day. Poem received By Topaz/Sandy©
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