A clover crested hillock,
A lush carpet of virulent green.
Fragile bouquets gilded by brilliant fire,
In a sapphire sky,
Where crystal palaces skud gracefully by.A restless brook burbles in rocky delight,
Chattering of distant peaks,
Pillars of the sky,
Cloaked in pure white sabel,
Locks of icy wind cascading from top-most crown,
Where a lone eagle soars in majestic pride.All dissolves to mud when I see her smile.
(modified from a University students' magazine)