The grey disc rising above,
rubies and diamonds.
sparkling,
The wind soaking your mind,
With faint numbness,
Sure you will like..
The wooden masterpiece,
rising in at the center,
warmth and care flowing,
dream in making...
Happy souls, in harmony,
Happy souls, in harmony,
Sweet emotions overflowing...
A dream in a distant land,
turned out to be true.....
living every frame of life,
which once was very surreal...
Now jus so real..
The cold rolling moor,
shelter to many-a-living...
dripping along, in condensed dew drops..
Waiting for your feet to tread over them dear..
Distant toll, of a medieval church,
Gives a sense of time...
in a land, untouched by humans.
In its natural shine.
