Amongst these hills standing proud,
brimfull of peace not felt elsewhere,
away from cities' hectic crowd
with worried faces full of care.
Clothed in verdent forest style,
its green life soothes and heals the heart.
Quiet, undisturbed for mile on mile,
realm of birds, a sphere apart.
Time has no meaning in this world,
no urgency to mar each day.
In undergrowth fern fronds provide
a floor where insects live and play.
Receding into distant hue
the forest green dilutes to blue.