Parable stones like ancient ruins
Absorbing the vien like like vines
That nature fought to produce
It was a small courtyard,
or would have been if it wasn't forgotten
Fountains were positioned in each corner
framing the small pool in the middle
Ivy from oblivion,
roots hiding in the moonlight,
That reflection like purity,
Stemming from the streams,
Flows like railway,
Always moving,
and you heard it
This place,
layered, leveled, and cool
Beauty infected vanilla stone
It had a purpose,
once,
But it didn't matter
It was forgotten,
Buried in a world of concrete
It wasn't there,
because no one believed it was.
Author notes
Umm..well, I gave it a shot. Probably rushed it. But there ya go.
Written July 1st, 2005
A contest entry
- An Image of Nature by JupiterIris.
500 points, ended July 2, 2005, 7 entries
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