Air as fresh as morning pierces our skin, 

                        as the sun begins its own voyage up the sky

                    Breezes fill the open space and paw at the green

                and the trees stand timeless and high

            Hills laugh at us, making no notion to abrade

        as our footsteps are heavy and sigh

    Dangerous roads rebel against our feet

Thin rope railings stretch towards the sky

The waterfall roars its mighty breath

    and spits when it speaks to the clay

        The creek whispers its secrets to the rocks,

            which are written of years of what those waters say

                Fallen trees applaud us now

                    for completing their clever maze

                        Home smiles and calls out to us

                            and we dream of doing it again one day