3R - Relaxation

The places we dream of where we can go to rest seem to be dwindling away and soon may no even exist.  I used to enjoy going to Graeme Hall swamp and watching the fish and birds and sometimes monkeys and forgetting for a few hours that there was a world outside of this one.

 

3R – Relaxation

Rivers flow through the inner valley

Eagles fly above freely

Lizards as large as crocodiles

And the vision of it all brings smiles

Xamples of nature in perfect balance

Are gone since man never gives it a chance

The quest to obtain a piece of the earth

Is exacting more than it’s really worth

Once we take the valleys and greenery away

No one will have natural places to rest or play

 

 

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