By Arcassin Burnham


The Valley waits for no man and woman to create magic
In another realm of reality through these trees,
Breathe bird seeds through these trees,
Pleasures but no lust in these trees,
Pouring my soul into an already made cup of fresh
Lemonade, your pretty eyes bounce off my glass,
I could barely feel my knees when you simply work your
****** muscles from ear to ear,
Your silence is a blessing love, I'm hearing you loud and
clear,
No place could be more riveting than this waterfall,
Gorgeous like the Gazanias in the south of Africa,
This is all a treasure in itself, how could we bare it all.