This is my favorite
Place on earth
I have decided

Stubborn mountains,
Though stars came first,
Cannot be chided

The fog cries into,
As dark sky glows,
The mist over green

Forests whisper secrets
No one else knows,
To heads of serene

The path here smiles
Where it steeps and leads,
Quick to change mind

The sky wakes restless
To travelers it feeds,
Telling slow to time

The air breathes life
Into weary lungs
And tired shut eyes

Yet all falls quiet
Awe from their tongues
And least long cries

Chills travel spines
For sight, not doubt
Save life to spare

And I love this
For lacking crowd
With awe true rare

Those who listen
With hearts not rushed
See it not mere

This is my favorite
For seeming hushed
If you cannot hear