We climbed beyond the mountain tops,
and breathed in pungent pines;
when challenging adventure stops
I held onto those times--
those tall and untouched sentinels
that reach above the rock;
and shed their cones and tentacles
to shade my head and mock.
The day we spent in Villaflor
and looked toward the sea;
a steep and lonely path in store--
but both of us were free.
And I remember scenery
I'd never seen before;
a picture perfect sanctu'ry
a moment briefly scored.
A day when I saw mountain peaks
the sun began to rise;
we walked for hours until my cheeks
were pink from sunny skies.
Now looking back I know this day
was precious in my life;
the silent forest found a way
to quell the bitter strife.
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Author Notes
Villaflor, the highest village in Tenerife, Canary Islands, Espana. A day I shall never forget.
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