Should you discover my heart along the trail, please stop long enough to say, “Hi”. I left it behind as when I was there, I fell in love with the view, the mountain air and the crisp morning breeze. I never wanted to leave. If with you, you have your guitar, feel free to strum along with the woodland tunes. The forest creatures will surely enjoy it.
Here’s the thing, I
wasn’t in the mountains, there was no spectacular view and the air I was
breathing was pumped in from the furnace.
I just find that one of the joys of being human is our ability to
imagine. It is the primary attribute allowing
us to survive the shenanigans of our government.
zc (2 cents worth)
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Float like a butterfly - sting like a bee - you'll find my heart in the mountains you see.
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