Always a treat to see,
Its ever-stretching beauty,
Shall ever be with me,
Like the clouds, ever plenty.
The sky scours freely, matching Her infinity,
The perfect companion,
For even at night,
Her bright strikes provide a sight.
Bringing with it delight and fright,
Been on my mind:
A stream that intertwines,
A gleam born from wayward mountains,
A cabin nestled between,
A plethora of trees,
An ambition for You and Me.
Always a haze,
Leaving but a taste of sweet glaze.
I remember the days,
Whether in my dreams or real life,
Oh, it is always a delight.
From the miniature grasslands of Yosemite to the Great Plains of America, I still was in awe of what a simple landscape can provide.
There is a spot between the Mountains of Nevada and Wyoming, on the main road, where if I could, I would live.
This was written over a period of time, in my attempts to capture, reminisce, about my ideal cabin placement.