Winter Retreat

Once the beach was my favorite place, but now the mountains, I make my escape. The cool crisp air in early Fall, this is Heaven, and my name it calls. A little retreat way up high, My refugee is almost, where the birds fly. As Winter comes howling through the great Pine Trees, I know this is the only place for me. Snow covered mountains that rise to the sky, and down below a frozen pond lies. Smoke from the chimney, gives a cozy hello, telling your neighbors, you are home once more.