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It's in the crisp morning air,
The sparkling maples
Coated in snow.

It's in the old weathered mountains,
The verdant forests
Speckled with roofs.

It's in the small cozy towns,
The rolling farms
Cows and all.

It's in the natural relaxed manner,
the antique feel
In modern day.

It's in the deep emerald Vermont,
The beautiful state
I call home.
I've stolen and I've given;
I've had victories and made mistakes;
But despite my scars,
I have a reason to march on.

I've seen birth and I've seen death;
I've conceived bliss and embraced despair;
Still throughout my trials,
I have a reason to persist.

I dream among the stars;
My vision travels the universe;
Yet above all others,
One ambition trumps the rest.

Of all the things I've done;
Of all the things I've seen;
My dream among dreams,
Has always been you.
Soothing chill of her loving arms,
Despair consoles me once again,
Shielding against the acid rains.

Fleeting moments of security,
Sleep will be a sweet release,
When the sun fails to shine.

— The End —