A poem my way
 
In verdant meadows where fantasies frolic,
Beneath the enormous dome of the sky,
Where the sunlight dances throughout the day and wind whispers play.
 
A stream gently and slowly meanders.
Birds sing songs of love and laughter in this serene, silent earth, while the skies reflect a golden glow.
 
Pure and bright nature's beauty fills hearts and soothes fears in the darkest of nights at this place where time stops still.
 
Thus, let us to halt, inhale,
Here in this sanctuary, undead,
We find grace in these situations,
And we discover our position in this planet.