It's a place you can call home
The raven sing's its song,
as the sun softly kisses the mountin and clear blue water as it sets,
As you sit on the hill over looking the scent of the wild fruits softly
kiss your skin.
you slowly head back to a stone foundated building that was built by a wise man.
It is so safe and dear to your heart you look back and see the beauty of the land.
With tall grass to lay your sleepy head with the scent of freash apple pie.
Fill's the natrual beauty with a welcoming smell
and this is a place i call home.
Writen By:
Chris / Hug_Lover
Hug_lover Community Member 
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