Through valleys shrouded with a hue, Where shadows chase the fleeting light, I wander paths of emerald green, As nature’s breath takes wing in flight.
The flowers dance on painted hills, Each color sparks a quiet thought, And thoughts flow free like streams that spill, Like ancient tales that life has wrought.
The sky, a canvas of the bold, Paints dreams upon the endless sea, And in its depths the heart unfolds, To share with life its mystery.
- T E Lawrence