It's in the crisp morning air,
The sparkling maples
Coated in snow.

It's in the old weathered mountains,
The verdant forests
Speckled with roofs.

It's in the small cozy towns,
The rolling farms
Cows and all.

It's in the natural relaxed manner,
the antique feel
In modern day.

It's in the deep emerald Vermont,
The beautiful state
I call home.