Mountain Air

The mountain air so clean and crisp, the clouds they linger low, My eyes digest majestic sights, the trees, the lake, the snow. A paradise, a fantasy land is only just a mask. My heart so sad, its beauty hard to grasp. Beyond its glory of sun and stars lies lurking in the calm, A fierce and cruel advisary waiting to do harm. I hope and pray and strive to pull from strength within, But like a clever master he pulls me down again. The clouds turn dark, the air is cold, my soul feels much the same, My head keeps spinning with endless thoughts of how to leave this game. Through the trees a hint of light, a small but brilliant glow, A chance for change, a chance for hope, a chance for me to grow, Even though the light is small and very far away, It reassures my heart and soul that I can find a way. Copyright 1996 Janice O'Grady Used with permission.

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