My Favorite Place
The crisp misty smell of morning dew
The roughtness of the bark on the pine trees
Feeling like sand paper rubbing against my tender skin
Blurry but beautiful sights of the mountain side as you look
Acroos from the tree line
The wonderful piney smell lingers in the air
Rustling sounds of Macey rearranging herself sleepily
Bird songs echoing through the air as
They begin to awaken in the early morning
The snappin of twigs under my feet as I
Walk farther and farther
The roughtness of the bark on the pine trees
Feeling like sand paper rubbing against my tender skin
Blurry but beautiful sights of the mountain side as you look
Acroos from the tree line
The wonderful piney smell lingers in the air
Rustling sounds of Macey rearranging herself sleepily
Bird songs echoing through the air as
They begin to awaken in the early morning
The snappin of twigs under my feet as I
Walk farther and farther
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