Enchantress of Our Souls

A staircase over the ocean so dazzling,
It could be the pathway to Heaven.
Grass so lush and emerald,
It’s as if it were a trickery, a mirage.
White crystals of beauty and grace,
Dancing above a white blanket of snow.
A rock created at the dawn of time,
Ancestral spirits resting at its heart.
A stream of transparent azure,   
Eagerly falling to meet a mirror of reflection.
Nature is an enchantress of our souls,
And we are stewards of her creation.