On a limn clouded

By the majestic reflections

That sanctity freed unselfishly

Morn a vestal paradise

Indeed, each beautiful array

Is refulgence that warriors crave

The zest beyond serenity

Is the most important  hay

The scenery are like heaven

Above the fleecy white clouds 

Over the verdant mountains

The mysterious waterfalls

Lost to every sight

In dreams of fading strengths

But a throne to the very spirit

Came to life in dreams

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~