Crisp, dry air
A blend of grey, white, and dark pine
I have never seen beauty
As I have seen to the west
It’s cascading streams flowing
Through immaculate wild terrain
Calling upon me to come home
Where my spirit can be nourished again
~
Photo by Philipp Schlabs on Unsplash
Erhöhen 
You should definitely be a poet if not one yet. Great writing!
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Thank you so much! This literally made my day!
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