Amidst the mist, the mountains arise,
Touching the heavens, like fingers that sigh.
The dawn breaks softly, a whisper of gold,
As breathless beauty begins to unfold.

Trails lead through forests, where memories gleam,
Laced in the light of a lingering dream.
Nature embraces, with arms open wide,
Inviting hearts in, with love as the guide.

• T S Eliot