Enchanted Land

Have you ever given a single thought
Fantacised, or wanted
To see a place with the beauty of nature?
A land that's enchanted?

Come, let me take you to that glorious place
With green pastures and snow-capped mountains
Where rocks pose as statuettes,
And bubbling springs as fountains.

The clear stream is like a mirror,
Pebbles shine upon the moistened sand;
The trees whisper in the breeze
In this enchanted land.

The leaves are covered with droplets
Of the early-morning dew,
And there are flowers red, yellow & pink
Each with an iridescent hue.

Rain falls in a refreshing shower,
Watch the peacocks dance;
The wind touches every hollow,
The flowers sway as though in a trance.

The music is never-ending
Though without a choir or band,
For nightingales and larks sing
In this enchanted land.

Here the heart is feather-light,
Here the spirit soars high;
Memories never fade here--they remain
Forever written on the azure sky.

And when Night covers us
With its darkened veil
We know the stars above
Are watching without fail.

The silvery moonlight then lays
Upon us, a caressing hand,
For a peaceful sleep
In this enchanted land.