A breeze, clear and fresh blows over the hills below. The air, clean and crisp and colored indigo. Trees shed leaves the color of autumn. Sweet memories, the mountains of home. Water, as pure as can be straight from the stream. A fire, smoke and wood blazing merrily. The sunrise over lake and peak. And the smell of pine. Fields of flowers, fully in bloom. Turn to snow when winter comes. A new kind of beauty, this icy land. Reflections of light in the snow. Spring comes then, and melts the snow. New life begins to grow. The animals join to create new young. Renewal, restoration, a time of love. Summer too when the snows are gone. The grasses waving in the wind. Nature sings her wonderful song. Oh sweet memories, the mountains of home.
Reason for writing:
It's been too long since I've been in those mountains of home. I hope to be able to go back there for a while sometime soon.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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