Mondegreen meadow
Standing upon the bridge looking down to the scenery strikes wonder upon them lithe be;
an amorphous cascade of water running fourth,
causing a half-hearted deadlock unto the dreadnought-
getting caught up in the epitome of fleeting etiquette.
Enchanted by effervescent,
flowing from the rocky crescent.
Evergreen tree’s light the breeze as a slow moving drift flows down from the moon-lit morning sky.
Moved by such majesty, singing it’s own lullaby whilst the thicket.
No thought of brooding in such mood, as unrestrained revelations take place in the misty palace of nature.
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