Mountain Magic

The mountain is the place to be,

earth covered in a golden glow;

where worries fall away like scree

and your thoughts just go with the flow.

 

Alone, with a thermos of tea

looking at a view dazzling blue;

unshackled, like the birds set free

nature’s essence, untapped for you.

 

Come dawn or dusk the scene is fair

unlocking the mind, dreams that bind;

sparkling visions beyond compare,

a richer cure is hard to find.

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