My Mountain Spirit.

Green pastures and towering mountains
Make my heart flutter with joy.
The cold wind caressing my hair
Bringing life to my dead self.
A much need holiday
I will cherish forever.
The balmy sun evokes my spirits to fly
High..higher than the sapphire blue sky.

The people of these mountains are as warm as the sun
Greeting with hearts not distant, phony hugs.
There is something so mystic in the air
I feel a part of this world, even though i'm not from here.

The magic of these mountains penetrates deeper every moment.
Flowing even in the little valley near my cottage.
The pine trees guard this virgin land,
veiling the dense jungles from the gaze of shallow man.

I came here as a traveler.
But shall come back
To take what I have left here and renew what i have discovered in this land.
My Mountain spirit.