Pillowy softness, endless still
Among the skies so high;
Blue smoke among the heavens,
Though never of nature shy.
Mountains of forest lusture
Where rivers flow through;
Wildlife in ever abundance;
Every day is fresh and new.
Rain to cool the days,
Beautiful colors of fall;
Snow capped beauty by winter;
Summer is best of all!
Shaded by southern trees,
In a land full of clean air;
Our haven in the hills;
Our peace within our prayer.
Copyright Beth Layne 1997
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