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.
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: Knightcosm
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