Cruising the Whidbey Island

I went sometimes by the beach
Often crossing arboretum and trees;
On the tryst, the lawn and the meadow
What a nature, I felt how very beautiful a show,

Given a great picture by the nature’s name
Inscribed upon the chest of mine; no sham,
No lying, no fake, no farce it’s beauty;
Natural beauty sets thing apart, see.

To listen to her whisper the song,
The voice of silence that to her belong
Sings in utmost glory a tune,
However the time goes so soon.

Marred shall not be her lot
For a thousand joys she begot
Round the year that I trod
With no haste, nothing to brood.

Silent, sacred, placid aura
Replete with alpines, fauna and flora
Good as god is but the Whidbay Island
Thanks god for so beautiful land.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin