where the hills roll up to meet the sky
and the clouds billow down to touch white peaks
where the eagle spreads his treasured wings
and the wind sings stories to the creeks
where time stops as the world passes by
and the flowers reach up for the sun
where the leopard yawns his content
and the snow and land form into one
where utopia is more than a word
that is where I will wait for you
and we'll bask in God's masterpeice
for a reprieve long overdue
And i'm just adding a piece similar to yours..on my page.
Its called 'She-flower'.....And it goes to u for inspiring.
Thank u.
Purely pictoric......Graciously vivid.
Great piece,liked it a lot.