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I'm not entirely sure if this is in the right place or not. So please forgive me if I've posted in the wrong sub-forum.
The place,
Special to me,
Is not a place seen with the eyes,
But with the heart.
I could describe this place for you,
But I can’t seem to find the words
Nor do I know where to start.
Do I start with the stream?
The stream that laughs
And gurgles with pure
Mountain water as it
Winds its way through
A hidden meadow?
Or do I start with the meadow itself?
The meadow that is hidden from prying eyes!
Greener grass you will never find.
Bright blue and white forget-me-nots
And pretty yellow daffodils hide low
In the grass. While colorful roses
And irises sway in the wind.
And the trees that surround
The meadow! So many there are!
Great towering oaks and
Hardy aspens act as sentinels.
Graceful weeping willows line
The bank of the stream and their branches trail through the water.
But that isn’t even what is the
Best part.
The mountains. It’s the mountains
That make this place special.
Not the meadow with the
Laughing stream and yellow daffodils.
Not the aspens that look like fire
During autumn, not the graceful
Weeping willows even. No. It is the
Mountains that mean so much to me.
The mountains that tower over
Everything else. The majestic,
Untouchable mountains. Why?
For they represent something I can never have.
This place,
That is special to me?
It cannot be seen with the eyes,
But must be seen with the heart.
Special to me,
Is not a place seen with the eyes,
But with the heart.
I could describe this place for you,
But I can’t seem to find the words
Nor do I know where to start.
Do I start with the stream?
The stream that laughs
And gurgles with pure
Mountain water as it
Winds its way through
A hidden meadow?
Or do I start with the meadow itself?
The meadow that is hidden from prying eyes!
Greener grass you will never find.
Bright blue and white forget-me-nots
And pretty yellow daffodils hide low
In the grass. While colorful roses
And irises sway in the wind.
And the trees that surround
The meadow! So many there are!
Great towering oaks and
Hardy aspens act as sentinels.
Graceful weeping willows line
The bank of the stream and their branches trail through the water.
But that isn’t even what is the
Best part.
The mountains. It’s the mountains
That make this place special.
Not the meadow with the
Laughing stream and yellow daffodils.
Not the aspens that look like fire
During autumn, not the graceful
Weeping willows even. No. It is the
Mountains that mean so much to me.
The mountains that tower over
Everything else. The majestic,
Untouchable mountains. Why?
For they represent something I can never have.
This place,
That is special to me?
It cannot be seen with the eyes,
But must be seen with the heart.
