Moutains

After a long drive in a vintage car
Accompanied by the smell of a horrible salty stench
I see the beautiful scenery afar,
Like the one in my backyard, there’s a tiny bench
I take a deep breath to what I see, it's better than a shining star.

The mountains brimming with misty cloud,
In its beauty I’m drowning,
And I say aloud,
“I feel free, and I’m not frowning!”
I hear my voice and I’m proud

I get out of my automobile,
Smelling the wispy, fresh air, I know that the air won’t get drier,
The calming sensation of nature's gifts is what I feel,
The beautiful beguiling green nature is what desire
For me, the mountains are a whole big deal.

I know my time at the mountains are done,
The screaming plants begging me not to leave today,
I take one last breath of fresh air, and taste warm air from the sun,
Getting into my car, I touch the cold glass as the location slowly fades away
With my turned head, I take one last look around.