There is a Place

This was a poem I wrote in school. Can you guess where these places are?

There is a place I've seen, its beauty, rustic and quiet.
A place with a small lake surrounded by trees and a rough white fence as it's guard.

There is a place I've been, with flamboyant, firey trees and chilly air and picnic tables for eating pizza.
High up on a mountain.

There is a place I've heard of, where ponies roam freely and glaciers and caves dot the land.
There is a house there where books are translated from one language to another.

There is a place I know of, where humid air blankets everyone and dolphins swim in cool blue water and swans swim outside restaurants.
Where everyone has biked down a volcano.

There is a place I've imagined, with peaceful days and calm nights and golden sunlight and dreaming clouds everywhere.
I place I wish existed.

There is a place.