I hear the warm summer wind dance between the trees.

The thick wall of bushes creating a sea of leaves.

I look up at the mountains like spires in the sky.

I see a stream at my feet almost up to my knees.

I couldn’t reach the end even if I tried.

The beauty of it all, I almost cried.

With every breath i take of the warm summer air.

If i said the trees were not beautiful that would have been a lie.

The more i thought about leaving the more i wanted to stay right there.

The snow atop the mountains gave the rock glistening silver hair.

I went to go leave with the view in my mind,

I remembered the next day I would be right back there.