WORDS OF THE LIVING
(NATURAL BEAUTY)
Train roars by on a mountain pass
Sun shines through the looking glass
Pine trees pepper the perfect picture
The breeze grows ever quicker
The lake sits there
Comforted by the fresh mountain air
The cool water flowing over the stones
The forest littered with pine cones
The wooden bench is overgrown
Natures flag, flown
By the birds never ending call
On the forest floor, insects crawl
In the ocean fish float in the empty expanse
In a mountain pass, found in France
The taste of fresh water on the tongue
Lying among
Mother Nature's servants
As the fish follow the current
The lake lies untouched
No ripples on the surface
Not a single disturbance
As the train roars by on the mountain pass
I knew the scene could not last
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