The majesty of mountains looms in my eyes,
with a lure like the lyrics of a ballad on high.
The grip of the current and the power of the tide,
The trees throwing shade on a sheltered hillside.
The peaceful outdoors always whispers my name,
Calling me forward through life’s tasks mundane.
Time used, not lost, is my quest for today.
The yearning gets longer with each passing delay.
I watch it slip by and it fills me with dread.
So today I will live,
And I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
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