The beauty you see
All around you,
Fails to enthral,
For there is
Far too much of it,
All at once!

It is as if,
Nature,
Overcome by bias,
Decided to bestow,
All of her virtue,
On this piece of land,
Over many others.

For miles and miles,
That is all your eyes
Can take in,
The rapturous beauty,
Of the turquoise lake,
With the serene mountains
Standing guard, watching.

You can only sigh so much,
Your eyes, mind, and heart,
Are for once,
So utterly full,
That you decide,
They’ve all had quite enough,
Of all things natural,
And beautiful.

It is only later,
Much, much so,
That the vision,
Of mountains
Capped with snow,
Smiling on,
To tranquil lakes,
Return,
As a faint smile,
On your weary face,
And you breathe
That long, deep sigh,
To finally let in,
That perfect moment
Of beauty, and peace.