am an endangered paradise
trickling with strangers that pride
of taking my breathtaking beauty aside
and making me known to the world..
are the beauty that hides
within clear waters that glide
Mountains - do they sometimes arise
when the world just breaks down and cry
and do those waters that run down your eye
glide into streams of life...
Just as the waterfalls pride
Of a stream that lies beneath the gushes of spring
where colors collide and blueprints are dyed
Rock of all ages beside...
Makers of the earth born so free
Will one day walk down that line
Where beauty and the blisters of the sea
encounter in a timeless quiet disguise..
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