There is something mysterious and comforting about this landscape I live in.
Living here evokes feelings of a peaceful happiness, comfort, and a strange connection to my ancestors who survived these mountains long ago.
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
If there is life after death, I will happily wander this land for eternity. ...Where could there be a more perfect heaven?