Stronghold

In this place time only stops for those willing to appreciate the beauty. It's not for the mere sleeper, or the faint hearted, but the one who truly knows. The one who cares.
The seeds from the cotton wood trees floated on the breeze setting the scene for what would be a magical sight. She starts to loose herself in the never-ending beauty of this enchanted place. Around every turn and in every corner is something new to seek and to love. The bird’s sonnet is a melodic air that is never the same, but always soothing.
The sun dances on her pale skin in between the shadows of the trees. It warms her soul. The air is sweet and succulent like a kiss, and if you blinked you would miss the splendor of it all.
When she comes here, she finds it easier to breathe. As if she is one with everything. She stares out into the vast stronghold, immersing herself in it. The captivating sights and sounds occupy her mind and won't let go.
Gliding on his wings, the eagle soars on a never ending sky. The pastels intermix so much that the sky overflows with beauty. Everything here seems to not have a care in the world. It's as if time stops and the loveliness of it all embraces you. Promising to never let go.