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Along the blue green mountains,

the river starts to flow;

a distant land of wonder

beneath a soft white snow.

The elk and deer are grazing

as the little trickle falls,

across the granite face pristine

and along the valley walls.

And I, enraptured wonder

just how this came to be,

a flow of life, eternal

that flows among the trees.

I climb above the valley

to the mountain peak above,

somewhere the wind is colder;

without the hope of love.

I tarry here no longer

and I am bound for home

unto that land of sea and sand

and the life that I have known.

But, I’ll carry this sight with me

and when my life is through

I’ll know that there, in heaven

is a more majestic view.