Mountains lien the horizon of my sweetest dreams
White clouds playfully dot their peaks, creating a mosaic of picture perfect dreams and kisses
Looking north, early morning dew from damp grass clings to my legs
My eyes focused though on the next batter, knowing very well being in left filed has its advantages
So I let my gaze wander till my blue eyes are once again focused upon mountains of sweet heaven
Mountains that with such beauty and tranquility, take back my insanity
Completing me once more
Mountains covered with clouds so white like an angel’s cross…
