THE ALPINE HAUS

THE ALPINE HAUS
The merging mist knocks for my view,
To take me through a marvel's beau.
Simple shades, a symphony strain.
A spill to drain my pressure'n'pain.

The noontime posed glory gold.
Wake of warmth, the vanishing cold.
Silver streams through the green,
Glossy orchids to spray some sheen.

Highs and downs of lusty lakes,
A freshy fleet of dwelling drakes.
Ambient fragrance a breezy blow.
Slowly dusk, a twilight to glow.

Fried fishes on the palm,
Flickering flames to stay warm.
Happy hounds that seldom harm,
Peaceful pups playing so calm.

Angels hasting midnight waves,
Paired pumas packing their caves.
Aspen cascade a vista of the falls,
Howling wolves and fostering calls.

The humble flora with glistening whorls,
Midnight moon playing its roles.
Going to bed on the golden paws,
Ending my dream at the Alpine Haus.....

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