The Mountains My Home.

The Mountains My home
'Till I am dead
Most during fall
When the leaves are all red

I breath all its air
I live for its past
I know it will hold me
'Till my time has passed

Life goes enough,
To love nothing more
But the mountains, so tall
Will always endure
The tragic death
Of nature


But it will be saved
By one and all
By spring, summer and fall
And I will be there
When I am gone
Long after death
The Mountains My Home.