the silent heave
of nature’s breath
rustles along a mysterious trek
wondrous in its full morning glory.

the risen horizon’s backdrop
pales in comparison
to the rolling valleys
and curvaceous hillside
of the perfected landscape
witnessed.

the shade cast by the tresses
of leaves draping the treetop.
highlights its smile of light.

the alluring deep pools,
swallow the attention
of a mind lost in the wilderness
sprawled seductively across
heaven’s creation.

the sleek pivot between
the start and middle
glistens the path
southbound,
a tease of what lies ahead.

the melodic roll of the valley
enthralls the senses
and warms the body
with its soft grassy knolls
that point erect towards
the admiring sun.

the rhythmic flow of the
meadow placed magnificent
in the soft center of
utter mind blowing perfection
breathes fire within the soul.

the parallel half circle ridges
connect the forked widening
and thinning rivers
of divinity’s base.

at the apex of the fork
lies the den of the pink flower
nourished
by the internal waterfall
of life created.

with the exception of nature
in its full morning glory,
nothing matches the beauty
of a woman’s body.

beautiful

sensually lovely

thank you and you too red

That last stanza was the clencher! Well said.

Another great one!!!