Misty mountains,
covered in hues,
of emerald green,
hold thick pine trees,
as a hiding place,
for all kinds of life.

Long waterfalls,
invisible to the eye,
release sound waves,
that calm the mind,
so I locate them,
to feel the soft drops,
on my naked skin.

My soul feels free,
like the birds in the air,
unlimited by borders,
and deep blue oceans,
and I dance,
as the first rays of light,
break the treetops open.

The heart of the earth,
spreads her warmth,
from the inside out,
through my feet,
all the way to my heart,
until my soul radiates,
the light and warmth,
from deep within me.

Misty mountains,
covered in hues,
of emerald green,
have the power,
to silence,
the rush within me,
until every part of my being,
is free.