Sweeping vines and rosemary binds,
Flourescent forests of color unwind.
A fragrance that lifts all descending hope,
One that brings spirit to those been provoked.
Swirling currents of flavor,
forgiving all passers by.
A valley so lovely,
Please dont even blink an eye.
You wont want to miss out on such a treasure,
Such a breatheless sight.
The willow leaves will dance with splendor,
Surely, this land is divine.