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I have spent many a long day out to sea
Blue waters, bright sun, gentle winds
But it is always the hills that call to me

The mountains stand tall in their grandeur
Invoking venerability, commanding deference
Forever lost in the depths of time

Rivers twine and intermingle below the cragged peaks
Muttering of times past, times forgotten
Voicing the credence of the mountain's prestige

The breeze whispers through the imperious trees
As they dance the promenade of the seasons
Perpetually indifferent to the world's demands

Birds vibrantly utter their elegant soliloquies
As repose settles about the burgeoning range
Evincing a tangible mantle of stillness

And it is ever here that I find myself
In mind, body and spirit
Lost in the embrace of the earth supernal