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.