I am at home here.

The air whistling through these mountains feel like home;
with its soft morning light,
rolling hills within my sight.

No matter where I roam;
they keep me safe
throughout the night.

The wind brings with it a peace,
almost like a baby bird taking it’s first timid flight.
twisting trails and small paths,
hide secrets of the past.

My soul stays here while i travel on.

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