It's nestled in a mountain range
and far from city lights
A place of gentle solitude
my little paradise...
Oasis from another life
where times slows down its pace
A haven from insanity
the madness of the race...
A simple place I now call home
surrounded by a stream
Moonbeams grace the sky at night
and laughter fills my dreams...
Where giant pine trees touch the sky
the mountains topped with snow
The forest hides its treasure trove
at night an afterglow...
Jon Arno
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