He gave us the mountains
And life amidst the tall oak, the cedars, and the pine.
The winding hilly roads that lead to home
A home with a bright red door
He gave us a view of an open meadow down below
To gaze upon a doe and her fawn
Catch a glance at a hummingbird hovering outside the window way up high
As the mountain sparrows fly freely as one in the open sky
Two gray squirrels chase each other from tree to tree
All the neighborhood dogs bark at every sound
We hear the night owl hooting in the branches of an old oak tree
And the ribbit of a lone frog in the distance
All of His magnificent display of color in the sunset above the green mountain terrain
God gave us the mountains and a home
A home with a clear stained glass window set in a bright red front door
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