The Mountain

Green moss, beautiful trees and jagged rocks.

Ferns, pine needles, and blue jay calls.

The smell of earth, the feeling of wind and sun on my face.

The mountain surrounds me.

The sound of water as it cascades over rocks.

The hoot of an owl awake in the day.

The call of a majestic eagle.

The mountain speaks to me.

Mile long vistas.

Trees that reach the heavens as they sway gently in the breeze.

Leaves that crunch under my feet.

The mountain fills my soul.

She is a part of me.

She is the maiden in the distance.

She is a temperamental, beautiful seductress.

She is full of adventure.

She demands respect.

She greets me like an old friend ready to share her secrets.

She is my sanctuary.

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