Cliffsides, high tides, witnessed rockslides
up down just rock your good side, size, your good sights.
Bubbling creeks amidst the humid mists
a sanctuary for fabled legacies, your a beautiful myth
read by flowers, foliage and all life across the acreage.
Green pastures beckons a herd
but never a true tale truly heard
so lead me to the creek, let your words be your lure, allure
to taste the story yet unsaid, I'll dig deep to earn thy yearn
to lay within the paragraphs of our ripples in water, air and blades of grass.