The History of What Was

Walking inside these walls you can feel it
the history of what was.
A green so luminous it would make an emerald stone blush,
it covers every inch surrounding the old stone.
The sunset a vivid orange and pink hue
reflecting off the window and making my
eyes close.
Voices, echoing against the walls
reverberating around the room
a sweet sound to behold.

I could spend forever here
feasting in the great hall,
lounging in the study.
Dreaming days away in the library
filled with dusty books of far off lands.

The lake outside soothes my heart
as the crickets begin to sing their duets
with the frogs.
The stars begin to twinkle in the
orange and pink hue.
I know,
this is joy.


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