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Enter this enchanted place, ye who dare,
Find surcease from your burden of care.
Green place, green peace, green growing things.
White birches, white rocks, white water.
Water sounds, bird songs, insect buzz.
Whispers of wind in grass and leaves,
Ripples of water over rocks,
Splash of frogs frolicking in fronds
Of splendid water plants.
Flickers in shade and sunlight,
Flash of finches flitting to nests.
Nestled in birch branches.
Flowers and leaves flinging about
Bursts of burnished color.
White water against white rocks, white birches …
Green growing things, green peace,
In this green place.
Enter this enchanted place, ye who dare,
Find surcease from your burden of care.
~ Vicki Bamman