Tucked away
Along a long dirt road,
The guest house rises.
Nestling in the mountains
And nurtured by a stream
And mountain spring,
She calls you to her hearth.
The fynbos infused air
Softens your skin
And soothes your soul;
And your heartbeat slows
To the gentle cows' low -
Amber jewels
On the emerald grass.
Silver-blue Penny Gum leaves
Line the lane to a serene log cabin
And peaceful Hermitage,
Perfuming the air
Where the pink proteas grow.
And when the moon
Bids goodnight to the black sky
And your head is weary,
The Milky Way smiles on you;
A dazzling, timeless glory.
An eternal display in celebration
Of life and peace in the universe.
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