World of Beauty

''The young boy brought out a book to the master from the shelf, planting it before the master. ''

''"Master, I found this. I was wondering if you'd be able to read it to me," said the boy. The book was a collection of poems and stories about fantastic islands and creatures that exist in fantasy. ''

''The master gave a gentle, kindhearted smile. "Of course," he said. "In fact, there is a certain work that I'd like to read to you that my father had read to me. The work itself is a poem entitled, 'World of Beauty.' It's a in-depth description of the 'Pastoral Country,' a land that is legendary for its peaceful environment and lush beauty."''

''"You mentioned about this place once. Better yet, there is a painting that you possess that your ancestor created that depicted it. Up there," pointing his finger to the frame on the opposite side of the study. ''

''The master smiled at the painting. The vibrant colors that made up the picturesque image, the calming seen of the world. It's almost as if the master would actually live there, hiding from the troubled world. Escaping from fate. ''

''The master opened up the book and turned towards the page that contained the poem. He began to read:''

World of Beauty

Tempered, unabiding glaze of nature, upon the island of life,

''whose naked, virgin soil is untouched. ''

Through shifting winds and tide, 

the ebbe and flow of the trees, 

''slowly moves and adapts to the surroundings. ''

The blades of grass cuts softly,

untamed from the elements, 

the source of hunger for those animals, 

''who gratefully delight in their appetite. ''

The gleaming sunlight,

cascades across the waters,

the shining reflection that forms, 

''sparkling glimmers of heavenly beauty. ''

Ease and peace exists all over, 

''the world of beauty is in peace. ''

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The boy said, "That was such a wonderful poem. It almost put me to sleep."

''The master laughed. "I'm sure it would've done so. The land is known to put people at total ease, free from worry and troubling minds." The master stood up and went near the bookcase, resting his arm nearby. His eyes began to tear up a little, and spoke softly, "I hope to show you that place before I die." ''