The Nook...

as the tender sun bore down upon your golden threads
melting milky golden hours from your dress
sudden sprung paradise, right from your head!
your garden halo's birth now be your quest

to tred no flower heavy
lordy, it needs to sway steady

love the jagged blades
of mountain spines placing shades

lordy, love the lakes
bathe your jasmine babies!

hail o! the beauty, o hail!
to glimpse this heaven
I believe, o hail!