Eternal Horizon

Beneath the canvas sky, where dreams take flight, A world unfolds in hues of golden light. The rolling hills, a tapestry of green, A mirror to the soul, where thoughts are seen. The library whispers tales of old, Its shelves a beacon, guiding the bold. A globe spins gently, a world in hand, A symbol of journeys, both near and far. The flowers bloom, a testament to life, Their colors vibrant, a dance of strife. The window frames a horizon so vast, A gateway to the infinite, a path. In this stillness, a heart finds its place, A sanctuary where time takes its pace. The viewer stands, a part of the scene, A witness to the eternal, serene. For in this room, where art and life entwine, We see ourselves, our dreams, our design. The horizon calls, a promise of more, A journey begins, forever in store.