My Sanctuary

                        
                      Summer in the mountains
                      with nights so cool and calm.
                      Such a place of peacefulness,
                      a peace for which I long....

                      I cannot return there again
                      though many think that's so.
                      But back up in the mountains
                      is a place I can always go.
                      I do not have to climb up there.
                      I just search my soul to see
                      that place for which I long for
                      with all its serenity.

                      I can still sit by the campfire
                      and gaze towards the heavens for a star.
                      Without so much as a muscle twitch
                      I can travel so very far.
                      Silently conversing with whispering pines.
                      Caressing my body with a gentle breeze.
                      They put to ease my restless mind.
                      Oh, the wisdom of the trees!

                      The beauty of the mountain's ridges.
                      A mighty fortress which never falls
                      surrounds my place of solitude
                      and shelters its canyon walls.
                      I often go up there.
                      Safe, inside my sanctuary.
                      It's a place I can selfishly call mine
                      for all eternity.
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