You look at me in black and white like a newspaper page
Flat and with no shades
Every little detail beginning to blend or disappear
To a basic short itinerary
Peel back the shades, leave the scent trails
Left by someone faceless before you
What can you really see?
My verdant hills of lushest green high and forbidding
Yet changed little over time
My purple carpet with so many hues
A flooring of purest amethyst
My yellows brilliant and dazzling to the eye
Citrine to pop among other gems
Look a little closer and more colours you’ll see
Like the red of the bloodstone
Flowers and berries are all a part of me
Can you see me properly?
Have you picked out the jewels here for each to enjoy
Please take care, let them endure.
Give your admiration, awe and respect
But as you found it leave it
And tell others to be sure.
Ailsa
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