A rumble in the distance
the wind playing in trees
With a flash and a crack,
the sky empties it's clouds
The rain is a wall
as it moves through my valley

A blanket of fog rests on the fields
My mountains seem to float
and everything is quite still
The morning birdsong awakens me
When I stand on my hill, I feel like a giant
as I move through my valley

A warm breeze brushes my cheeks
The sun has set behind my mountains
painting the sky in ombre hues
Honeysuckle drips from trees
and the sweet smell hangs in the air
Nothing moves me like my valley