Where whispers of the ancients entwine,
With the soft caress of a gentle breeze,
Where time ceases to be confined,
And beauty reigns in evergreen ease.

This side of paradise is not just a place,
But a canvas painted by the heart's own hand,
Where joy is found in every space,
And love is the river that runs through the land.

Beneath the canopy of azure skies,
Where the sun kisses the horizon's cheek,
Where the stars, like a thousand eyes,
Indeed, in silent vigil, softly speak.

Where the trees, with branches outstretched,
Provide a shelter from the storms of life,
Roots intertwined in an eternal dance,
Whence the whispers of the earth are rife.

This is the place where spirits roam,
Where the line between worlds is ever thin,
Where the heavens and...