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Emerald Mountains

The sunrise flows over emerald mountains
A breath taking painting of beauty to behold
Colors, pink, yellow, red and luminous gold
They have to be lived , it cannot simply be told
To walk in the ancient Redwood groves
The time stand still and yet, unfolds
Angels walk in the morning mist
On our sleepy brow, they place a kiss
Breath the air, life is there and clean
Walking in heaven and the world in between
So come go with me, so much to see
God creations for you and me
Take my hand, walk this land
You will never be the same
Souls being healed in His name
Other beauty has never been seen
This glory, that is emerald green
I will go again to my forest so fine
There, I will commune with the Divine
In my land, where there is no time