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Sometimes at night as the sun is setting, Falling below the hills like an old balloon, I see them. Mountains in the sky Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
I lurk from the window, To view a beautiful rainbow, With its multiple colour seven, And it looks just like heaven. When the sun sinks in the west, Stars with the moonlight,
Boots by Chloe Bernards I had expected angst and nerves And instead I got freedom A trail winded me through And the liberty of making a new one not yet created
What titan war Erected such peaceful giants? What earthly force pushed forth The jagged piers that pierce my heart? Without motive nor vision nor chisel,
I wake up in the shimmery light Of the early sun’s sigh. The rays pour in through the open blinds Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro Another morning in darling Arizona.
the mountains helped her breathe, and become who she wanted to be. they guided her on her way, and watched over her night and day. to her blooming heart, the forest was a piece of art.
Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains from the months of March through October. The summer brought an art gallery of plants. This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
To the person I once was,
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain. While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
M: The snow on the twin peaks is starting to melt. O: There is a hill so perfectly round, God must exist. U: Once you go into that valley, there's no coming out. N: A mountain and a half still stand, despite everything.
The girl who makes the stars explode And the boy with a mountain for a soul Oh to be the girl Loved by both Oh to be the girl
The uneven rocks give this hill character. Though storms may erode them they are still strong and beautiful. Etched into their being is lesson after lesson. Every curve tells a story. Ever changing. Ever growing.
i'm from the top of the mountain close to the sky where the men don’t yell and the kids don’t cry where the clouds taste sweet
When times have me feeling weak and weary I know just where to go. To the mountains I travel to make my life a little more cheery.
I've gone around the world. I've gone to seek, the mountain peaks To swim every lake without any breaks To climb the trees, And overlook the seas I''ve gone into the tunnels,
By: David Avery The universe is full of magnificent things And there is no way but journeying through the World, and opening your mind, to see it. Awe-some things like the sunset at night,
You and me Climbed together on the mountains To find peace but couldn’t find You and me Flew together up above the blue skies To measure the height of nature But could not measure
Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul. A
Mountains and canyons beyond what eyes can see The clay earth beneath is subliminally icy Misty air follows me along the path I savor its taste as it swirls in wrath
The sun cascades across my skin like a golden wind and warms the spirit of my soul. I could walk its rugged path a thousand times and always find something new to love: a forgotten smell,
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin Press down on my fragile veins They burst with ease and suddenly I am free. A spectrum streams from my body My skin begins to breathe
Wake up. 5am. Pack up the tent and put on the boots. Wake up. 7am. Pack a lunch and put on the plaid skirt. Scavenge. Good walking stick. Sturdy, smooth. Scavenge. Solid breakfast. Fruity Pebbles, again.
There is fear and there is comfort, But sometimes comfort is intertwined with fear Challenges Succeeding is the comfort of warm lavender bubbles enveloping your curves
The wood is cracked, The paint chipped, The gutters sprouting weeds. Leaks and watermarks make up the walls, Warped windowsills no one dares to heed. Down the stairs cement hits your feet
At first it rained and then it poured. Lightning bore up to the sky and the gods applause resounded off the rigid mountains. We danced, and sang and cried. In the tears of Mother Earth
I Wake up, With a coffee cup. Watching the sunrise, In the mountain highs.
mountain high valley low orange leaves earthy scent sheer beauty mother nature wondrous creation foggy sunrises slanting sunlight the edge of forever gentle slope
I am I am nothing but I can eventually be something I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
Where do you go when you want to be alone? There are a thousand places in the world i call home. Some I have only been to in my mind. Others are high rocks reached after a climb.
I'm Me for a few reasons to be the one who loves all four seasons I'm either in the mountains or in the flint hills fishing or biking, whatever gives me the most thrills I'm with my dad with a gun in my hands
The mountains surround me. They hold my tears, pain and fears. The mountains wrap around me. They make me feel safe, happy and eager.
There are mountains we must move in life To get to the hills we sit atop To watch the sun rise and set. I lag from a torn leg and a broken heart, But the blisters on my feet tell me, "It's okay to struggle."
The world spins around me
Like fire cascading down the mountains . Setting ablaze he trees. With the last spot of light to be seen . Enforcing a relaxed mood in the atmosphere. After a hard days work
Mountains of steelA society forgetting to feelForests of distractions for mankind
Reaching forward An upward climb Finding footing On smooth walls Cracking the unbreakable Defeating the invinsible The death of the immortal The sight of the invisible
They stand together as a forest
Up on a mountain peak Sits a place where everyone wants to seek But the journey to the top is hard and cold Where challenges never cease to get old Most people trip and stumble along the way
To use the antiquated metaphor of a paintbrush stroking the sky creating brilliant hues, chiaroscuro, the simplest form of beauty. The heavens merely blanket the subtle art below.
you wore your underwear under your swimsuit by accident wet feet gathering sand running to the tent from ice water tall over the campsite the brown mountain looms
‘Twas a cold and blistering Monday afternoon Seventy nine miles of pavement separated us from our destination The winter had came with full brute force Snow drifts alongside the road completely covered the property fences