Once again I have opened my eyes,
and found myself looking,
gazing,
at the familiar landscape.
Standing at the edge of this cliff.
The autumn trees below,
so brilliantly coloured,
catch the morning sunlight.
And as I watch,
the leaves twist and jump like fire,
as they are each kissed,
by the cool mountain breeze.
No rain could ever extinguish this fire.
No burn will I feel from it's touch.
This is my home.
This valley caught in a magical inferno.
I visit her every night.
I listen quietly to her song.
I breathe in her scorpio scent.
And I yearn to be with her again.
