Land of Peace

(Something serious, for once.)

Rolling hills carpeted with lush, deep green grass
that sways to the beat of the wind;
forested valleys with streams and small rivers between,
the little gurgles and splashes sounding like
the delightful laughter of a child.
Birds fly around, twittering pleasurably
while adding bright swathes of colour
wherever they fly past,
and a partially clouded sky is above,
raindrops falling from the clouds to
soak into the rich earthy soil.
To the East lightning flashes and
the sounds of thunder echo across the land,
resounding off the snowy peaks of distant mountains,
while to the West the clouds make way for a blue sky,
the sun shining down on the
red cliffs that border the ocean.
Seals and seal lions clamber on to rocks
in preparation for napping,
and the sound of the ocean waves
is carried about through the air currents
where it seeks a resting place.
It is a land of peace.