The valley yonder,
It left me entranced,
Rolling into aeons of unknown,
Embracing the tiny wisps,prickly bushes,
Holding the tall trees,
In a cloistered niche.
Selfless and serene,
It just merged into the majestic peaks,
Its proud vanguard,
That rose to meet the misty clouds,
Thirsting to caress the lush lands,
Envious of its verdant sheen,
Yearning. to permeate into its divine aura,
Raining manna from skies,
The silvery droplets enhanced the magical spell.
The dark and misty veil,
Hid the arcadian lands from prying eyes many,
For it wanted it to remain blissfully unspoiled.