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Just the mountains and I on a small ledge

The sweet serendipity on the quiet hill side

The wind rushes through the trees as

The quiet day flashes by

Even though it’s just the mountains and I

We walk and trek without slowing down

And no one to be seen

My brisk walk brings me to a ravine

The water rushes through as if it has somewhere to be

And I smile and begin to leave for my day of hiking is almost done

I retire with the sun

For the next morning I’ll go out again with and old friend, the mountain