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Lets travel now to moonlit valleys
Blanketed with heather,
The kind of landscape you & I
could think about forever...
The gentle scent of cedarwood
Is floating on the breeze,
A gift from mother nature
And her nearby cedar trees.
Blanketed with heather,
The kind of landscape you & I
could think about forever...
The gentle scent of cedarwood
Is floating on the breeze,
A gift from mother nature
And her nearby cedar trees.
Picture this, a rich green forest
Damp with morning dew.
Inhale the morning air as we explore
Just me and you...
Dew drops finally coalesce,
Forming satin beads.
Occasionally they kiss our cheeks
Small pleasures,
Quenching needs.
Damp with morning dew.
Inhale the morning air as we explore
Just me and you...
Dew drops finally coalesce,
Forming satin beads.
Occasionally they kiss our cheeks
Small pleasures,
Quenching needs.
Now we snuggle on a raft
And drift for endless hours,
As willow trees sway in the breeze
And blossoms fall in showers...
Of places we should visit
And oceans we could cross.
For some who wander through this world
There's grace in being lost.
And drift for endless hours,
As willow trees sway in the breeze
And blossoms fall in showers...
Of places we should visit
And oceans we could cross.
For some who wander through this world
There's grace in being lost.
Passing by a waterfall,
Our thoughts sway to and fro
And time begins to fade and blur
Beneath the moon's pale glow.
A symphony of tumbling water
Lulls and mesmerizes.
Nature's soundtrack to our dreams,
Assume so many geysers
Our thoughts sway to and fro
And time begins to fade and blur
Beneath the moon's pale glow.
A symphony of tumbling water
Lulls and mesmerizes.
Nature's soundtrack to our dreams,
Assume so many geysers
The fragrance that the rain creates
Upon the concrete surface;
Inspires yet relaxes us
And focuses our purpose.
Sheltering beneath a porch,
We watch the rain pour down.
So now the time has come
To leave this dreamy moonlit town.
Upon the concrete surface;
Inspires yet relaxes us
And focuses our purpose.
Sheltering beneath a porch,
We watch the rain pour down.
So now the time has come
To leave this dreamy moonlit town.
We find ourselves upon a shoreline,
Lounging by a lake.
All crickets in nearby reeds,
It's hard to stay awake.
The scene feels like a watercolour;
Soft diluted tones
As looking down we see each other,
Laughing, skimming stones.
Lounging by a lake.
All crickets in nearby reeds,
It's hard to stay awake.
The scene feels like a watercolour;
Soft diluted tones
As looking down we see each other,
Laughing, skimming stones.
Glistening snowflakes fall in flurries,
Mountain rivers freeze.
The powdery snow looks beautiful
And fresh snow dusts the trees.
Somehow now, we’re in a cabin;
Taking in this view.
As a fire crackles in the corner,
Just for me and you.
Mountain rivers freeze.
The powdery snow looks beautiful
And fresh snow dusts the trees.
Somehow now, we’re in a cabin;
Taking in this view.
As a fire crackles in the corner,
Just for me and you.
A path winds through the mangroves,
Towards a distant beach
That underlines the turquoise ocean,
Now within our reach.
Eventually we feel the powdery sand
Right beneath our feet,
The sun above now blessing us
With gentle soothing heat.
Towards a distant beach
That underlines the turquoise ocean,
Now within our reach.
Eventually we feel the powdery sand
Right beneath our feet,
The sun above now blessing us
With gentle soothing heat.
Flanked by fields of sunflowers;
Hand in hand we walk
As the gentle sound of nature
Surrounds us while we talk...
As we roam past the hedgerows;
A farmhouse sits alone.
Its open shutters pressed against
Uneven walls of stone.
Hand in hand we walk
As the gentle sound of nature
Surrounds us while we talk...
As we roam past the hedgerows;
A farmhouse sits alone.
Its open shutters pressed against
Uneven walls of stone.
A garden winds around the house
And daisies poke through grass.
A bench that lived through countless summers;
Creaks as we walk past.
We wonder if the house is empty,
Once loved but no longer.
The thought of passing time inspires
A feeling that grows stronger.
And daisies poke through grass.
A bench that lived through countless summers;
Creaks as we walk past.
We wonder if the house is empty,
Once loved but no longer.
The thought of passing time inspires
A feeling that grows stronger.
Credit to @dreamboatshrt and their thread!! I referenced some of their visuals for scenes in this drawing 
https://twitter.com/dreamboatshrt/status/1280927140062605314?s=20
https://twitter.com/dreamboatshrt/status/1280927140062605314?s=20
5 hours later and I super blown away by how much you guys like it, AND I've finally listed both prints and posters of this on my etsy if you were interested! X https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/KiwiCherryTwist
