A quiet moment of perfection, with not one human sound
It exists, however one labels it, the message: this is beauty
Life forms, grows by branches, surrounded by the shoreline
In depths of shadows, all sunlight struggles to touch ground
Life vibrates, with energy, nature's exaltation moves souls
Our world is sacred, however perceived, to defend it, a duty
The scene is unique, surreal, but divine, glorious and ominous
My senses here are overwhelmed, but mists rise and extol
Opens a gossamer thin veil, revealing serenity in abundance
This is a perfect moment, timeless, vital, it calls you near
