Mystically Rustic Poem by Blossom Mist

Lofty mountains adorned with silver
Vibrant, gushing, Singing River
Pines, Birches and Conifers
They keep calling me forever

They are both calm and mystic
You may call them a tad rustic
They enthrall and entrance
Capture your attention at every glance

They play with the sun and the moon
Dance with the winds that make you swoon
They bond the earth and the sky
They keep you grounded and even get you high

A walk through the winding way
Or a trip on the rocky path
You can fly off from a cliff
Or ski down the snowy lawn

The earthy and musky fragrance
The flowers add to their vibrance
Coupled with people in elegance
They enchant me with their brilliance

All these and much more
These peaks offer forever more
They hold a special place in my heart
Calling me forever to be their part

Blossom Mist