There are no words for the gushing water or the setting sun
There are no words for the sounds of crickets and cicadas, or
a bird calling the sounds of a cartoon snore
There are no words for the quiet still, woods
There are no words for escaping the everyday
There are no words for nighttime darkness,
the kind when you can't see your hand
There are no words
for the mountain skies
the scenic views
the rustic trails
the clean, fresh air
There are no words.
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