My vision of where I would love to spend time to reflect, to be in touch with myself, to be in touch with nature and to write away! Love a hut in the foreground of majestic snow capped mountains, close to a lake and a slow-running river.
O’ Sun with your golden trails; Weave into the woods of brown and grey; Awake these gentle beasts, above the majestic hills they fleet away. Why, why the morning inspires; the poet rushes to script a play. He notices at the far end, a dancer twirls along fresh waters as she greets the day.