The aromas of fresh air,
Dew, and pine rise to meet me.
And the soft hand of the wind,
Wipes the moisture from my brow.

Green leaves rustle, and birds sing,
And squirrels scamper sweetly.
The greatest gift I receive,
Is the vision of the now.

I look up to crystal skies.
The horizon sharp and clear,
In these mountains, God's country,
Follows curves of Earth around.

Peaceful clouds that wander by;
They are tranquil, not in fear.
For holy health of this place,
Is seen in life, which abounds.

Standing on a cliff, I ask,
"Will I give my precious trust?"
I look across to the twin,
Of the peak on which I stand.

Smiling as I feel the tug:
Gravity, and sudden gust.
I turn my eyes from her peaks,
Falling to fertile heartland.

As I'm laid down on the Earth,
She greets and embraces me.
I can't seize her tree's branches,
Or taste her fruit delicious.

Pouring rain and raging winds,
Wake me from my sunny dream.
This can't be my natural home,
Despite my simple wishes.