Here is another Creative Writing assignment
My mountain smiles at me, the grey is inviting
The snow, the rain, the clouds, I love it all
The grey is inviting
My shivers are a comfort
With these come peace
The cold is a blanket of solitude
The dark green against the white snow
My mountain allows me to be free
There is no better place I know
Society is far away
I stand high above the world
I know the mountain will let me stay
I breathe in the crisp, clean air
Engulfed by nature completely
Contentment so deep, that no Oklahoma wind can tear
No worries, no schedules, or places to be
My mountain can stop time
I can take in all that I see
Evergreens blow their aroma to my door
A lovely empty quiet allows me to breathe
Life can’t weigh me down anymore
I travel to the mountains
The grey is inviting
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