Vista House

Step into the enticing quest,

First comes the greeting of the entrance with an arch no less.

A path unveiling riveting stories of the dweller,

A blanket on the house, every nook feeling sweller,

Along the simple lines are joyful and large openings, as an invitation for leisure.

 

Soon out on the grass,

With the unmingled air in the hair of your lass,

Rest your eyes, look at the dramatic cliff, so intangible,

While your abode devises it into the palpable.

 

Embracing at the center, all of the green,

A stream of pebbles by the ruffled exposed wall, standing lean,

When it all ends at the womb of it, no smoke, all clean,

With a limitless spectacle, a vista where movement meets stillness as seen.