It Feeds All The Land

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Mountain dew, early morning, late spring, it gets real windy.
River rocks down and ally, trees move back, let the river breath.
I love the wilderness.
Rushing river, force and mass, it blesses all in its path.
It feeds all the land, you can touch it with your hand.
I love... the wilderness.
I feel like winter, its cold. Spring of nature feeding creatures.
Winter comes, but life goes on. Life goes on, and on...