There’s something about the mountains
The way they stand firm and proud, roots down deep
How the sun hits them at first light and lingers on them in the evening
It seems like they’ve always been there and always will be

There’s something about the valleys
The way the river cuts through them forming a crease between hills
How life seems to grow and spread from the river banks
Interlaced paths prove every road leads to home

There’s something about the people
The way they walk the paths each day to the fields and back again
How they always have time to stop for a cup of tea along the way
Strong hands crusted with fertile soil and wrinkles that ripple across their face
like streams flowing through the valley

There’s something about the mountains.