Stand near a stream 

Watch the waters gleam.

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Rippling by 

Babbling sighs.

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Soft soil gently holds bare feet 

Along with dampness and peat.

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Here up high the scents never hurt 

I even enjoy the mountain dirt.

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Gentle breeze

Swaying pine trees.

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A mild wind suggestion

Adds to this gorgeous procession.

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The sun warms you all about 

From the inside and out.

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The waters, ice cold to the touch 

As the snowmelt does this much.

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Crisp, clear, and crystal clean

Juxtaposed to waters of home, quite obscene.

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A gull flies by, a gentle wish 

To spot the largest swimming fish.

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The sky is blue with no rain in sight 

This day, my little refuge, until a night..

-AAA 08/27/2024