Many visits to this lovely park has made a strong love for natural and what it hold.
Streams and rivers play musical notes,
No mater night or day
Crashing against rocks after free falling.
Effervescently flowing,
To and fro around pebbles,
Through cracks and continuing on their ongoing melody.
Sky dominating mountains that hold their secrets with-in,
Trying to guard the illuminating sun above,
Cold snow and slush dwells upon the uneven ground,
While deer and birds eat bugs and grass.
Fresh, sweet untamed air blows around you,
While your hair whips in the wind.
Towering pines drop needles, cones and shade the floor,
As you lay beside the glistening stream.
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