#12 Mountains sing one with the wind as I flee from the encampment behind me Honeysuckle

#12 Mountains sing one with the wind as I flee from the encampment behind me
Honeysuckle scent succulent blows in my face trying to turn me
It smells like the camp I left behind, evergreen needles pine
they feel like the home I left behind, at first touch they deter me
But their afterburn is a pleasant one of a kind

Desert sands soft and dry, feel like the hands of a loved one
Though it’s angry sun has nothing but to burn me
A lemon scent dances in the arid air as i ponder how warmly last summer shone
And how abruptly it had ended, just as it had begun
And the pine scent grows

Moss on the wrong side of the tree leads me south of where i should be
And the musky evening smell of morning glories greeting the night
Rattles the downed trees in my mind, oh how sublime
The moon looks down upon us with a breezy hand upon my cheek
And another faint green smell, lime, scampers away like a mink

This is not my sanctuary but it is my paradise
Things here may seem scary but she isn't ever nice
She is bright as a canary and clever with her dice
And when you mess with mother nature you will pay her price
So i don't fight against the wind as it blows me here and there

I simply go where i am needed and enjoy the splendor in the air
The water flows in jagged ripples and i feel suspended here
And i'm dreaming with my eyes open and sleeping while i'm awake
The smell of pine strengthens and the honeysuckles fade
And soon I’m left with naught but pines and the snow on their banks