The Land of the Trees


Each time I begin the ascent
from the valley into the foothills,
my heart always flutters at the sight
of the endless amounts of trees,
standing guard like enormous sentinels,
watching over their precious land.
As the smoke from the wood stoves and burn piles
envelops me,
I catch a fleeting glimpse of the quickly fading sun
as it races behind the mountains.
I am reminded of the many wonders
of this beautiful nature. 

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