Time is getting short

I had this feeling,

Time is getting short.

I may never see the green of my mountains again.

Walk in the cool green of her lush forests.

Walk in the waters of her crystal streams.

Standing on the precipice of a spire looking out

over the rivers stream and lakes.

That held so much magic when I was young.

I remember looking with wonderment at a snow covered peak.

Marveling at the change of the seasons.

Remembering the cool spring days.

Watching the sunrise, dreaming of days far away.

Always knowing, this is home.

I may leave it, but it will never leave me.

So now the sun goes down on another day.

Standing on the precipice of a spire looking out.

Watching the sunset, dreaming of days far away.

I may never see the green of my Mountains again.

Walk in the waters of her crystal streams.

Walk in the cool green of her lush forests.

That held so much magic when I was young.

I had this feeling,

Time is getting short.

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