Did you look at me and see sloping hills dotted with gentle flowers?

No, I am the palace of marble that lies within.

With looming spires and a polished crystals

Yet never frightening, never cold.

While I have not shady trees or soft grass that tickles your toes,

You will find my endless halls gleaming in effervescent light to be plenty comforting.

I am not a place to stop and wonder, then tear down with your metal monsters.

I am strong and eternal, my own beauty in a serene grace

While you may not claim me as yours, for I am too complex for that,

I am a haven, and with me may you find peace.