Each stream flowing together blades of grass growing swiftly, whispering of haunting songs through pines blowing softly in the mountain breeze.
Roaming silently among the wilderness people mingle calmly through the night waltzing with shadows of the mountain pines.
People of the mountain pines they call themselves, roaming freely with animals wild, living the simple life from day to day swimming in the rivers of contentment.
Life has been good, they have given their love to the wilderness of nature's call, wandering through the depths of darkness finding miracles in the raw of true natures enchantment, where mountains pines grow tall and free.