Back to the mountains

The mountains call me again
To that inviting scent of pine
I'll walk the trails to see my friends
This old world of yours and mine

Listen to the birds sing their songs
Hear the whisper of our tree
Brush against green ferns waving fronds
To watch squirrels quickly flee

Where better to sit me down
To rest by bank of rushing stream
The wriggle of the tiny fry
With the croak of frogs I dream

Be by my side once again
Hold my hand as you did before
It's not the same here all alone
But you'll watch me evermore

For I sense you everywhere
We laughed and loved all those years past
I search for you I know you're here
Who says that love will not last

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