The Mountains

The terrain might be a little rough,
But the view from here is quite surreal,
High above the plains in the mountains,
The scenery has a certain appeal.

From up here the trees go on forever,
Rolling in between canyons and hills,
And the path that only few dare take,
It’s a journey of adventures and thrills.

In winter everything is covered in snow,
As the highest summit stands alone,
By spring the rivers begin to flow,
Where wildlife and flowers have grown.

Though there is always danger of fire,
Up here all is quiet and at peace,
It’s everything one can admire,
As the wind blows through a sea of trees.

And here, the path between the mountains,
It leads away from the drudgery,
It’s the landscape where one can escape to,
A journey of self-discovery.