Ode To A Valley

We came upon a valley that summer day.
Emerald green and thronged with swallows, bees and the lightest silk butterflies.
A herb scented Eden with a breeze that kissed my face and whispered adventure.
Soft merl smoke curling from a distant cottage and a brook tripping happily over smooth stones and ferny banks.
And the scent of tea roses hung heavy in the June air.
Dabbed on the pulse of the trees and adorned the pathways an exquisite perfume.
Timeless songs of ages lifting through the pines, up up to the turrets and the frosted heights.
Gaze down and breathe in paradise.

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