Haven
 
Wildflowers and tall white pine -
Scenes of summer, senses dine.
Beauty's birthplace, dawn of time,
Roses red and scented thyme.
Rippling pool, serene and calm;
Peace dwells here - soul balm.
Silence golden, winds gently rush;
Feel your soul fly on its hush.
In the distance rain may loom,
Promising thunder, dark, and doom,
But this place will ne'er see harm
As nature weaves a tranquil charm.
Outside the world is harsh and craven,
But this is my refuge - my haven.