Wed, 10/19/2016 - 10:01 -- cyostie

 The leaves orange and yellow,

carry me up through the woodland,

to the mountains big and tall.

Take me to the canyons,

down to the plains,

up to a valley,

away from everything.

 Carry me to the slopes,

where friends from afar meet and play,

and then take me home where I know its safe.

 Bring me back to that wonderful place,

where people friendly and always a smiling face.

 I hope I dream every night, 

of the leaves orange and yellow,

and the mountains big and tall.


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