Peace At Last

The wind blowing across the waves,

a little hole called a cave.

The misty steam floats a high

that catches someone's shinny eye.

In front of that cave is a fall of water

flowing down like a wild coaster.

The white mist sadly drowns

the trees dance around and around,

everyday, all year-round.

Animals running and jumping around,

taking a dive into the reflection of the cloud. 

The dirt washes out of their thick coats.

Water splashes, explodes.

The peace was there,

the ray of the luminous sun 

beaming on the glossy pond.

The beautiful sound of white noise,

the doves singing with their voices.

Oh, what a gorgeous place.

Peace At Last