My vision is a tall one, where valour wins the day
In which a noble group of men born not of the blood they share seal
Their hopes in nature's nest
Prostrate at the feet of chance for betterment
who preaches compliment and rest
Her evergreen abode sways to and fro the rhythm perceived age old yet fresh so-
Captivate me, for I sit waiting, your taste thus far is salt on the lips
Now I know conviction weaves a yarn to tie up indecision
in a bow of hope you'll reappear
So as we might share this stunning vista from high green terrace tracing
snow clad shoulders
down to boulder strewn chest
full of bears and breasts
A mount to herald the day
As the waves roll in
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