Green Mountain Ferns
Green mountain ferns. Line the winding road
Over the edge, a view of the mountains
Counting the hours till I get back to you
My safety. My security. My secret sanctuary.
Ancient trees they look down on me
As I wondrously look up at them
The sun is slowly begining to fade now
That last bit of bright yellow
The golden hour it is
I honestly don't know why I do this
Something pulls me towards you
This engine I know is leading me somewhere
Where will I end up in this life?
I must stay in the moment. This mountain such a site. Climbing. Climbing. Climbing
Am i ready for the fall? Staring at the green mountain ferns and these trees so tall.
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