Walking down the stone brink path
I saw it, a castle, it's beauty made me
stop and stare, amazing stories
behind a place of such beauty..
Flowers outlined the old gray walls,
bars covering the windows, behind
the high trees the mountains stood
like brave forbidden mounts of snow
and green..
Lovely, just standing there taking
in it's beauty for a hard days
stroll in the woodlands of sheer
beauty..
Fragrance of flowers stood still
in the air, not a breeze, only the sweet
perfume that brought thoughts
creeping in of times when
kings, queens, roamed these
paths so worn...
For a moment I was roaming
these paths of beauty in a gown
of blue with a veil draping down
my shoulders..
In the background the sounds
of flutes and laughter of children
echoing through the air of
freshness..
