By Allison Reid
I see a whole horizon of mountains
In front of me.
I am in Andrew�s Bald.
The grass if up to my knees,
The hemlock trees surround me,
And the clearing I am in.
The sky is a gorgeous shade of blue
Over my head.
Beyond me,
The mountains are a much paler shade of blue,
As they stand proudly in the distance.
The breeze cools my burning face,
As it blow across the clearing
I head the trees talking to it,
Rustling and shivering beside me.
It is peaceful hear.
So calm.
So quite.
The bee buzzes happily.
The bird sings a beautiful song.
And you can almost,
Almost,
Hear the mountains singing too.
