Standing on a rocky slope,
I see no emanation of forelorn hope.
There's beauty in shades of pearlescent green,
and a lazily water flow that's pristine.
The creek's pigment a penumbra of turquoise,
with patches of effervescent greens.
The stonefaces protrude like a whale's baleen,
a carpet of lichen's covers the rocky sloped scene,
shaded in yellow greens and rustic a few,
in the distant view, the conifers do peek through.
Branches of chartreuse colors the standing yews.
As I gaze across this picturesque scene,
I am in awe of the beauty that I see,
while Mother Earth paints the image of This Lazy Creek.
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