Sylvan Forests

Looking from a foggy window pane Onto luscious Sylvan Forests, in the rain Greens abundantly covered, as they wane Aromas from earthen cleanliness of terrain Where behind ancient mountains reign Meandering for miles, so lazy, on a slow train Enjoying our views, daydreaming, so insane Of how the earth is lovely and must remain Tranquility came; visiting this mountain, again The grand old venerable hills of Spain Here my heart shall linger and abstain From wanting to stay, though, I shan’t constrain How mysterious is that mountain forest, in a holy domain Curiously de’jevu visits my cerebral nostalgic brain Written May 20, 2016 for the Monorhyme Poetry Contest of Shadow Hamilton