The Call of the Wild
Tall pines line the misty mountaintops
Crusty ridges surround the hilly wonder
The sun sets with a spectacular amber dust
Night covers the lonely valley
With the wild call of loons
Mystery and life flow here together
Above the stars whisk through the skies
With the illusion that they can be touched with a stretch of the arm
The moon sits with its eyes beaming on the land
Its shadow turns the lake into glass
Glowing eyes of the night appear in the brush
The air changes as the night is settled in its deepest hour
Cool breezes brush the tree limbs as they dance
Hooting of the owls can be heard from a far
Night brings rest to the weary
A hush falls upon the early morning
As the sun creeps its way behind the mountain
The first light of the day has brought warmth to my face
I am in touch with nature
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