
Plastered on the walls,
is our regard for nature—
creative fiction.

Plastered on the walls,
is our regard for nature—
creative fiction.

Just round the corner,
behind the plush, in our bush,
a blossoming life.

A twist in the path,
leads the way, out of the way,
to serenity.

Embodying peace,
calmly, gently, kissing shores;
cradling tornadoes.

The masses believe
a popular history;
cheap, realistic.