Listen to the birds sing,

Smell the crisp alpine air,

See bright lights peeking through branches

 

Leaves crunch,

Walking on them in autumn season,

Trees move like in The Matrix,

In the strong wind.

 

Hear the splish, splash of the crystal-clear water,

Flowing away,

Down streams and over rocks,

Smell the salty water

 

Look up at the sky,

That is like blue dye,

The clouds glooming,

As I stare up at them.