In the valley, where solitude reigns
A brown road winds, untouched by any pains
Leading to a mountain, standing tall and proud
Where gnarly trees sleep, their sweetness allowed
The stillness of the lagoon, a tranquil sight
A ruined homestead, hidden in the night
And there, amidst the decay and the gloom
Dwells Beauty\'s self, half-earthly, half-divine in bloom
In the emerald peaks, the cactus thrives
O\'er falling rafters, where new life arrives
A miracle of flowers, bursting into sight
A symphony of resurrection in the moon’s soft light
A slender ribbon of silver from above
Unfolds the green fronds, filling each bud with love
Bathed in the beaming flood, they come alive
As if a vision from immortal skies did arrive
Each flower, a chalice of snow filled with light
A mystical radiance in the still of the night
A secret shrine, hidden in the lagoon’s embrace
Where beauty lies naked, adorned with grace
In the valley, through its solitude profound
A haven of beauty, waiting to be found
In the ruin and decay, where nature softly sleeps
A vision of ethereal wonder, the valley silently keeps. (\"A Secret Shrine\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.