The Trail

The mountains raise high above us,
with peaks of whitest snow.
The water bubbles close by,
with smooth rocks below.
The shoes crunch the pebbles,
soft and low.
The robin that looked for food,
has a worm in tow.
The sun meets the hills,
it knows it's time to go.
Oh, what peace there is,
that creation can show.

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