sun breaking over misty mountains emerald hills drop away into nothingness crystal clear air cool crisp sweet freshness bubbling stream singing freedom canyon walls rise up, enfolding tall evergreens whispering long forgotten secrets warm blanketing grass dotted with wildflowers sweet green clover taken... and kept for remembrance.. this day this life stillness.

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"I wrote this I believe in Rick Abney's living room one hot august day. My family and aunt/uncle/cousins had vacationed in Colorado earlier that year, driving into this wonderful canyon near Denver where you wind up next to streams and come out at this place where the hills just drop away into myst, totally beautiful. I'd saved a clover from the streambank there, and it inspired me."