Love with its picturesque mountain peaks one finds oneself opening their hearts to the unending sky of dreams Down to its deep fertile valleys where we worked the soil with hardened hands and perseverance of heart. At the land's edges where waves of emotion lap against its jagged shores we find tranquility in the sound of its crashing waves. In the high deserts where life still abounds and its fragile existence yields to the windswept nature of chance. In its open fields where our desires roam care free to it’s densely wooded areas where we frolic in the beauty of its simplicity. In its grandness we are but the migratory animals who seek it's bounty from season to season. From it we are born and die but the land remains to remind us that love endures and it's beauty exists to teach us to adapt to all of its wondrous and various forms.