Hidden within the hillsides, the roots of the trees, an motorway under ground
Each early morn, the windows parted upon opening
Inviting the sound of the Birds chorus, a perfect ledge, my butterfly lays
The sunlight, so delicate, laying upon my perfect White Cotton sheets
The smell from the grasses Green, enticing my nostrils to inhale deeply
How sweet my beautiful sanctuary, changing with each season
Be it the Winters frost, followed by the snowflakes, my Green, now crisp White
The springs, with their array off colours, the ever growing flowers, colours galore
The Summertime, with the warmth, the Honey Bees greet
Autumn, the transformation, the leaves falling and the colours Brown emerge
Oh, how I love my cottage quaint, my perfect vision, my perfect view
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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