I watch the earth, and sea, and sky,
The tranquil sky, blue as the sea beneath
A lone bird wheels among snowy clouds
Waves lapping softly on golden sands.
Grey stone, as if sculpted by angelic hands
Stacked in towers like monuments to an ancient god.
Forests as silent as birdsong at dawn
Far off mountains, blue with mists of the unknown
That roll into the far side of infinity.
Softly blazing sun, burning a trail of healing radiance
Baking the rocks, red as the heat of a thousand years.
My feet make tracks in the sand
I feel like an alien here.
But if I was not here, it would not even exist
For what is beauty, when none can see it?
This scene of more worth than any prince’s hoard.
this was also inspired by Aus, three years ago this one. My old english teacher made us enter poems for some kind of Hillindgon competition. This one came second, and it kinda sparked my whole interest in writing poetry. The title was fixed by the competition (because it is a terrible title)
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