Lush green mountains and a narrow winding road,

Just a whisper of my footsteps and the distant croak of a toad,

All the solitude I could ask for and perhaps a little more,

Nature’s haunting beauty as if taken from the pages of an old folk-lore,

At peace with myself and my thoughts take wings,

Abstract ideas and hidden emotions to the fore that this now brings,

Almost heaven might it’ve been so complete was my bliss,

Your absence next to me, perhaps the only thing amiss…