SEARCHING FOR SHANGRI LA
Everyone must have their own private retreat,
To move far and away from troubles and woes;
A mystical place where dark clouds cease to fleet,
Peace and serenity where no-one else goes.
Sometimes we seek the fountain of youth,
To find the Garden of Eden 'neath a sapphire sky
A place of beauty, tranquility; to escape the truth?
That distant secluded hideaway, your perfect paradise,
Your vision may be a sea of flowers in the spring,
The ripening fruits that in summer will glow,
Autumn when scarlet maple leaves shall be king,
Winter valley covered with crystal white snow.
To sit in the emerald green harmonious vale,
Where beautiful rainbows of wonderful colour
Encircle great oak trees every day without fail,
Shape ever defining, they never get duller.
You may bask in the sun by a turquoise lake,
Or watch shimmering shifting golden sands,
Alone you may journey, or a loved one take
On this timeless walk, as you're holding hands.
You could sit with a view from a mountain above,
Browsing quilted carpets of colourful fields,
This is your Haven, a place you love,
Where nature adorns everything she yields.
It can be found there within your own mind,
This place can be near when it seems so far;
Simply close your eyes, one day you may find,
You are no longer searching for Shangri La…
By
JOHN HAMPSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
Everyone must have their own private retreat,
To move far and away from troubles and woes;
A mystical place where dark clouds cease to fleet,
Peace and serenity where no-
Sometimes we seek the fountain of youth,
To find the Garden of Eden 'neath a sapphire sky
A place of beauty, tranquility; to escape the truth?
That distant secluded hideaway, your perfect paradise,
Your vision may be a sea of flowers in the spring,
The ripening fruits that in summer will glow,
Autumn when scarlet maple leaves shall be king,
Winter valley covered with crystal white snow.
To sit in the emerald green harmonious vale,
Where beautiful rainbows of wonderful colour
Encircle great oak trees every day without fail,
Shape ever defining, they never get duller.
You may bask in the sun by a turquoise lake,
Or watch shimmering shifting golden sands,
Alone you may journey, or a loved one take
On this timeless walk, as you're holding hands.
You could sit with a view from a mountain above,
Browsing quilted carpets of colourful fields,
This is your Haven, a place you love,
Where nature adorns everything she yields.
It can be found there within your own mind,
This place can be near when it seems so far;
Simply close your eyes, one day you may find,
You are no longer searching for Shangri La…
By
JOHN HAMPSON
© Copyright Reserved 2009
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