Blades of deadly green grass Flowing through the mountain pass Cut by streams like flowing glass Icy cold to the touch Reflecting luminous golden rays Gifted from heavens above
A modest man tends his cattle Watching closely with one eye The other capturing a picture so sublime A life of duty he would never decline
Tree's sway to the breath of the wind Testing the strength of their limbs Birds dance , singing hyms's Flowers stretch their petals high Towards the light so bright
All the while a man tends his cattle In a mountain pass Full of beautiful green grass.
Locus amoenus is Latin for "beautiful place" I hoped to capture a scene of a beautiful place in a pastoral way. I hope you all enjoy.