Lavender swayed gently at my feet, a quaint purple haze
gently pouring into my soul, spread as far as I could gaze
Seizing the surreal shades of the sky & its surroundings
Brimming with stories about its gutsy glacial beginnings
A little ahead through the fields, a glacial river gushed
Rolling over all the murmur around as my mind hushed
Spring swirled in every breath, scenting the dew drops
As trees shook off the last tufts of snow from their tops
Snow peaked mountains rose around, sheathed in pine
Blazing under the rising sun, as if an abode of the divine
Up among those hilltops was a gorgeous green meadow
An eternal expanse of joy that only nature could bestow
A flock of sheep tumbled out in the open ready to graze
Their shepherd leaning by a walnut tree with a firm gaze
Suddenly it began to rain, leaving me without adjectives
A wooden bridge led me to a shelter used by the natives
Through the veil of raindrops, I saw a quaint little village
Absorbed, almost meditatively in its chores, like a sage
The bliss of boundless beauty; how could I ever surmise!
Was I in the center of the universe? Was this ... paradise?
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