Take me where the mountains sing to my soul
Where the birds’ song makes me whole
Take me where the air is pure and whispers through trees
Where nature guides with tender care and we walk as it sees
Let me run free in the canyons between mountain peaks
Where the waterfalls rush and softly speak
Show me the world as the Gods intended it
Before we decided their reign had ended
Remind me of a time when Mother Earth deeply loved
Before trees were fewer than the stars above
A glimpse into the heart and soul of Lacie Fulbright, an aspiring writer and poet