Between Mountains
What a ride that was
Never now to be forgot
Those awesome mountain
Passes beaten
Pale wood smoke rising
Hidden mountain croft
Where we might once have
Laid there naked
The forest now though
Stripped by hungry winter mouths
Makes way for bud and green
No remnant of a season past and still tho
As high we climb
Below obscured by rainbowed clouds
Yet still I remembered that would be
The perfect place to say goodbye