Horizon over Horizon her beauty lay,
her colours deep pink and misty rose.
And melody gentle her body sway,
but mistook by many who think in prose.
Song easy to follow if you wish to hear,
hear the wind irregular provoke her dance.
And see no flaw as said by Shakespeare,
flaws only created by an unpleasant folk,
dive into her waters bubbling with vitality.
Walk forests; learning from Elm and becoming the Oak,
and from the Bard’s words practice geniality.
But to be misty rose eyed is easiest to say,
for happiness in your eyes is rarely destined to stay.