The Forest Green Beneath This Mountain Extreme; Belonging Each To The Other, Or So It Seems.
Following The Hue Of Blues Unto The Sky Where Whispers Of Clouds Might Reside. Deep Along The Mountain Side Where Snow, and Ice Often Hide; There Is A Place Where One May Lay, and Dream Those Dreams Of Yesterday.
When All Your Time Was Set In Play; Yet Below The Mountain You Would Stay.
Speak To The Mountain, Let It Know Of The Place's You Really Choose To Go.
Then Feel The Heart Of The Mountain Glow, As Your Fondest Wish Is Granted So.
So Grasp Your Love Of Nature Thus; Keep The Trust As You Know You Must.
There Is A Kinship Which Lay's Within; Never Growing Old, Or Wearing Thin.
This Is The Way Friendship Begins; In The Soul Of Another Who's Beauties Within.
So Trust Your Instincts, and Follow Your Heart; So The Friends You'll Have Shall Never Part.
Together In Caring Once Again; The True Born Heart Of A Beloved Friend.
