Up in the Mountains

Up in the mountains

Is where I belong,

The whistling wind

Plays me a song,

And the greenery surrounding

Gives my heart a pounding

As I gaze upon

The flowerless lawn

I keep in mind

Daisies soon will spawn,

I can’t forget that only a few hours ago

I sat down contemplating my issues

Row after row

But now they’re gone,

As if a child had a birthday candle

They chose to blow,

In summary, the baggage that I couldn't shift

Has been alift.