The grass whispers with the wind

A brilliant sight ashore 

The view is dazzling, clear 

Be that as it may, could not hope to compare to a youngster's fantasies 

A short spurt of creative energy 

It takes off through the discontinuous flashes of day by day life 

A long way from stress and pointless care 

To the remote wilds yet to be investigated 

It revives more than these delicate winds 

Which tie one to the constraining environment 

But blend up the imaginative waves 

A spot consecrated and separated 

A half dream, a reverie

A blemished flawlessness.