Landscape comprises the visible features of an area of land, including the physical elements of landforms such as (ice-capped) mountains, hills, water bodies such as rivers, lakes, ponds and the sea, living elements of land cover including indigenous vegetation, human elements including different forms of land use, buildings and structures, and transitory elements such as lighting and weather conditions.
Combining both their physical origins and the cultural overlay of human presence, often created over millennia, landscapes reflect the living synthesis of people and place vital to local and national identity. Landscapes, their character and quality, help define the self image of a region, its sense of place that differentiates it from other regions. It is the dynamic backdrop to people’s lives.
The Earth has a vast range of landscapes including the icy landscapes of polar regions, mountainous landscapes, vast arid desert landscapes, islands and coastal landscapes, densely forested or wooded landscapes including past boreal forests and tropical rainforests, and agricultural landscapes of temperate and tropical regions.
Landscape is an instrumantal song
Northern landscape
Calm freezing night
Demons in this black sky
The shadow ends or my life falls
Breaking out, chosen soulfire
And so essential
Now find the ending
All we shall rise
I saw the cries of dreaming me
I sacrifice
I saw myself in the
Romance of night
I call the life for me
Keeper of the lightnings
Surrounded by
The night we're living
I saw the cries of dreaming me
I sacrifice
I saw myself in the
Romance of night
The revelation never, ever shown
Level upon level of wash and stone
Cab drivers yelling that each one, each one's alone
A forced-up smile when casting your eyes
Insanity reigns on streets of no size
High crumbling walls of stones that have seen
The rigors of war and have never been cleaned
A modern pay turnpike in midst of it all
While an old woman works in a garden with trowel
Trees are just blooming, I've come just in time
Purple spring flowers in rebirth pantomime
A miniature red castle in black craggy pass
Jig-saw puzzle houses the resultants of mass
The top of a mountain cut off by the mist
And a white serene temple in space does exist
The lemon trees, oranges, and cactus alike
The growth of a vineyard with grapes not yet ripe
A truck is forced off as big as a house
While dawdling along like a little green mouse
A long sweeping view expounds my belief
And clear restless water with an absence of reef
Evolutions and cycles we come face to face
While foliage drifts in green filmy lace
Now rough and then coarse soon velvet to touch
Octagonal mosaic on a church that is such
And columns of clouds go boiling across
The mountains that stop them and suffer no loss
Head reeling cliffs that fall down to sea
While people are sleeping they hang peacefully
But the trucks rolling blindly are waking them up
To talk quietly murmuring over the morning's first cup
Arches and steps are seen everywhere
Manmade and Godmade and one made of air
The essence of time is virtually gone
Day goes and night comes, I breathe up my lawn
Buona sera, buona sera is a faithful reply
From any stranger you pass who catches your eye
And pinpoints of brilliance, some moving, some still
Are caught in the glass of my window sill
The pinpoints I mentioned I don't speak of stars
But then, think again, it's funny they are
Stars made by man who himself is a star
If only he'd realize the powers that are
And all he's got to do is lay down and play dead
And now looky here Vesuvius looms overhead
Silence, stillness hangs brittle by the breeze.
Break it not, leave it free,
for that quiet is sound to me,
lilting from each flower, a melody to see,
Mellow meadow, your mood steeped in cadence
view each note, see it pass
Sustained by the swaying grass,
Treasured tune of nature, sedate supernal mass.
Chorus:)
Landscape splendour, spirit mender,
no extent of beauty equalls yours.
Season sender, harsh and tender
answer to all yearnings and yet their cause.
Shafts of sunlight shine thinly through the trees.
Golden rays, parched with dust
thirst for clarity and just
a little glimpse of life down beneath this foliar crust.
Womblike woodland, one chaste copse confined,
Stay untouched, undefiled,
all God's garden growing wild,
Blooming forth in freedom so sweetly reconciled.
(Chorus)
Unending, time suspending,
Terrestrial creation.
Rainstorm rapids rush swollen down the slopes,
cleansing all in their path,
not one stone left unbathed
just waterpools and wormscasts remain as aftermath,
Holy hillside, the alter of the plains,
All is seen from your brow,
to that face the four winds bow,
As maji to the Saviour and oxen to their plough.
My mind has been building worlds
Where as a king I reign or lay in slavery
I take the dust of Gods
To hold the divine sand
"To see a world in a grain of sand:
And heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternty in an hour"
[W. Blake]
"The mind is it's own place, and itself
Can make a heaven o hell, a hell of heaven"
[J. Milton]
Lost in a dream
I wander in my Realms
I don't want awake
Forever in this place
I don't want awake
From a distant landscape
Forsaken in this space, hidden by the fog
I can fly away dreaming of my kingdom
Lost in my dreams
I wander in my Realms
Forsaken...
My mind has been building worlds
Where as a king I reign
I'll take the sand of Gods
Or lay in slavery
"To see a world in a grain of sand:
And heaven in a wild flower;
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternty in an hour"
[Lyrics by Hubertus]
Cold winds are blowing in the forest of the
north. The night is black, like an essence of
the calm. Embrace my soul, eternal Master.
The stars are your creation. And the
moonlight that shine in my face. Blessed is
the nature that gives me strength.
Autumn leaves falls like a preparation for the
winter. The trees are quiet in its rest. The
quilt of the winter covers the landscape as
your power embrace our hearts.
Even if the cold tries to drown me you will
still remain.
[instrumental]
Numb view meens to expect
Face like wither lenf
The running of the river will break
That's alread the end of unguilt
New country, new wave
Trip without return
Never wait and everything will be
Travel by ship is lasting
The sails of life are brocken
You need help but it's senseless
Because the alchemist is gone
Turning face to the sea
And looking at the twisted figure
You look at the twisted real life
The reality is grey and confused
Inhuman like bed wish
New dignity..., old reality
It is said that are infinite things
It is said that sth is destroyed
In pieces
Do you know what in cost?
Look at yourself
That's crazy building
Destroy and put in order
The last day and the blue intelligence
The faithful will resuscitate
Weaken shows the end of horizon