Standing on the deck of a Quebec Eastern township home,
Views take my breath away, you are alone in the wilderness.
Hints of lavendar, pine and cedar fill the air so fresh and clear,
Red coloured earth peeks through spots between forests of green.
High on a hill you strain to see the river meander through the valley,
The sun kisses the tops of pines, leaving reflections on the water.
Only at night does the valley start to reveal its true secrets,
Lights peeking through the trees glow down the mountainside.
Smoke rises from the chimneys of the hidden homes,
Bonfires burn in backyards, voices echo over the air,
Rain rolls in with lightening flashing pictures of the scene,
Thunder rocks the hills and mist begins to rise from the trees.
Revealing the roadways where the water evaporates on the tar,
Showing the winding pathways to the hidden houses in the forest,
Then the sun shines bright bringing the forest back to life,
Leaving only the earth, water and air as it was meant to be.