There's nothing like sitting in a tree
an a cold spring day.
Nothing like the cold mountain air on your skin.
The stream calmly rolling by.
Not a care in the world.
Aside from the blatant bigotry,
Idaho is a beautiful place.
Pine trees everywhere,
and they are like a soft blanket of green.
Moss softly covering them from trunk to canopy.
Birds chirping a sweet song of spring.
Living a purely happy life.
I wish I could just run away into the dense woods.
Nothing, but the birds, the trees, the cold,
and surviving on my own.
Away from life...
Away from the civilization...
Away from everything...
I need to climb a tree and sleep.
Sleep on the cushions of moss.
Listening to a calming stream and a
sweet song of the jays.
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