Stories Of TerrainWhenever I travel, I move outside to see

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Whenever I travel, I move outside to see
The various beauty of the scenery

While buildings and ruins may still allure
Telling history, through time and tour

It's the story of nature, the tale of the land
That draws in my attention both small and grand

The slope of the hillsides, the edges of cliffs
The curve of the river, a shimmer like gifts

Deep and dark forests that shade all below
The moss-covered crevice where beauty will grow

Maybe mythology has spawned in this place
With the rugged sweet beauty that inhabits this space

Which fables of witches, of goblins and fay?
Warnings to keep the young folly at bay

Appreciate all that mother nature has brought
From massive mountains to the forget-me-not