Birth

We strove driving up the highest peaks.
Once it was only a dream from afar.
Blue of all shades from the distance
Fainting in different colors of the day.

The pavement treads itself to its escape
From the fumes and from the roars
Trees stood higher trying to compete.
Fresh air and white mist fills all spaces.

Lodge structures stood proud of its country.
Rustic proves a noble and everlasting theme.
Out in the woods are sounds of elks and bears.
At night, the mild noises of the crickets.

The sounds that fullfill the silence longing.
The breeze that turns the day to heaven.

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