Well,
seems the Mountain Air is fine
seems it's like this
all the time
Seems this day
is moving as it should
out here in this Valley
beneath this canopy
in the Woods
Waterfall singing
the sweetest tune
on this evening
under the light
from a Rising Moon
Well the Fading Day
into Night
Leaves us Breathing
slowly in a way
so restless, ,
we lose thought
of what's in sight
And so we float
on Meanings
so shallow
we may as well
attempt taking flight
Nothing seen
where nothing stands
and there's nothing more
than that
to understand
In all this Green
not a single name brand
all is nature for sure
and that's easier
for my Heart to understand ~~~~ End
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