Whispers of a breeze,
blow through my hair.
The smell of recent rain,
still fills the air.
Apple blossom clouds,
in a late sunset sky.
Mountains in the distance,
catch my calm eye.
Sharp rocky cliffs,
all dotted with green.
And a beautiful lake below,
just aching to be seen.
Oh how I love,
a sight with such bliss.
And when I get home,
this I know I'll miss..
