On my mountain, the sky would feel closer.
And the trees in the breeze would be palm.
And we'd take in the whole scene together.
For to share in the same sense of calm.
On my mountain, the sea and the shoreline,
spread before us like lovers entwined.
And the song of the seagulls, our chorus.
Breathing deeply a pure peace of mind.
On my mountain we'll go there as needed.
As our lifetime and schedules allow.
After standing our ground, we'll be seated.
While remembering: The future is now.
On my mountain in private, in-person,
taking visitors, only a few.
Finding joy in the company of oneness.
For my mountain is your mountain, too.
(What a wishfully wonderful view.)
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