Though drawn by familiar

Always will the wish

Of finding the resolute,

The paths of grace and beauty

Could maybe some way define,

Our quest to happiness.

For we do seek these paths,

Always hopeful, some yearning

In the sweet intrigue

Of finding our peace,

The mystique always spoken,

The reality a quiet resolve.

Choose paths we imagine,

Vistas speak to our desire,

Bountiful and plush with water

And valleys and lovely lines.

It is there we find

Our settling discovery,

Gives chance to a release,

A found silence with dreams.