Mountains

Mountain tops with tips of white
Starlight lights the nights
The trees touch the sky
The sounds of rivers flowing
A warm fire
It’s not my favorite
But I enjoy the view
The hot tub in the mountains
The birds I’ve only seen photos of
The moment of peace
With surprisingly no heat
Except from the hot tub water
All so serene
And green
The air is clean
My escape
Much different from the cape
I shall like to paint
The mountains tipped in white
Like God’s way of resting his hands on the mountains
The beauty so easily missed
Only a few to witness
The warm fire
The green trees that touch the sky
I almost don’t want to say goodbye