Through mountains high on a hiking spree,
We chase the dream of a free flight's plea.
Wild horses run, embodying freedom's charm,
While we rest in shelters, near vast wind farms.
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On the Trail of Glacier, where the cold winds bite,
Our spirits soar with nature, feeling light.
Amidst these peaks, where silence calms,
We find our peace in nature's arms.
By: KnightcosmÂ
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