Las Vegas, the last frontier for sinners, where decadence and lust have met their match. Morality you won't find there,  

A morning walk through autumn leaves The path is clear yet unknown.  It guides me through the branches of the trees  Where sunshine casts

We're in that fortress on a hill The view is rightfully obstructed, And what we see is beautiful and ever so tempting. But we are...

It was a lovely sunset on the lake The evening settled on the waters  And grasses tickled our soles We sat in reverence with nature