Paradise
Come with me
To the mountain top,
Where the crest touches
The sky
And the air so pure,
It clears the mind.
Sun beams of
Golden rays,
Warm the body
And soul.
Open your wings,
To soar,
With the birds,
Who fly so high,
So near, to
Paradise.
7-30-24. Inspired by a trip to the mountains of New Mexico in the Gila National forest.
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