Mountains of your dreams
Stillness, seldom felt nor found
True peace and quiet cannot be bought.
No solitude in frenzied towns
We charge around, hurried, fraught.
Oh, but there is escape.
A haven there, with gentle sounds
A paradise, by lake and tarn
Sanctuary, high above the ground.
A winding track will lead you there,
Past waterfalls and streams.
To a place you'll scarce believe,
The mountains of your dreams. ~ Gary Smith