Lush hillocks to titillate your feet, <br />Shadows of trees admiring your curves, <br />Waterfalls under which all speech is sweet, <br />Sooth away the encroaching nerves. <br /> <br />Served at twilight is the sublime desserts <br />With its mounds of ambrosia topped with crumbs. <br />And the luscious glimpse of grass skirts <br />With the distant throbbing of the great drums. <br /> <br />Platters piled with fruit never ending <br />Sweeter than the loftiest sentimental whim <br />Disappearing into the shadows ever bending <br />With the doubling harmony of a glorious hymn.<br /><br />Albert Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummocks-of-nirvana/
