In The Mountains – 1

If there was such a thing as lust
For scenery, we had it. Still,
We weren’t prepared for what
These views would be, for this
Inheritance. For no one owns
The things their eyes may see
Except the ones who dare
To travel into
Gratitude,
And dwell within the borders of
Amazement.

If there was such a thing as time
For taking time, we’d do it. Yet,
We never know just where
Our paths may lead, for this
Is innocence. For all one owns
Are things their hearts may hold
Along with all who come
Beside to travel
Willingly,
And live within the confines of
The limitless

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