I love these early morning treks
Amongst the mountains part and open into valleys
Making me want to wade through them, over and again
Be surrounded and gripped, amongst the gentle fresh forest
The valley has a taste of amazement
A hint of mist and madness
As I wade through, I draw circles
Amongs the banks of the river shallows
As I dive into the river
The mountains tower above
They cast their gentle net of lacey satin clouds
Hiding me amongs them
I could dip and submerge over and over
in the hot spring
Fall asleep and be covered
as the sun and the moon chase each other
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