R Last Resort

We have beaten a path
Traversing the field
Where the tender green corn grows.
It leads to the pond
Mid an unspoiled terrain
Where the wind eternally blows.

It's a scenic spot
A grass-covered lea,
Where Nature's aquarium portrays-
The frogs and fish
As they flit about
To fulfill their aquatic ways.

The trees in the back
Etched against sunny skies,
Cast shadows upon the ground,
And the waves, like
A pulverized mirror
Flash brilliantly all around.

It's a paradise supreme
For the young and the old.
And a therapy for the ill.
A haven of peace
And tranquility,
In a world that is never still.

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