This is why I love the sky
Painted blue, with red orange and white
Dotted with cotton swabs, and balls and things
Gathering speed in the windy windy ease
a breath of fresh air like none can compare
Open you eyes and take in the why's
The why's I love this place
The why's I love this guy
The why's I know true natural grace
Like snow, rock, green, and being
A part of this mountain in spirit and glide
through the trees on a trippy ride
happily passing to and fro
listening to heaven and seeing its face
feeling like nothing matters at all
That's Park City, after all.
(freewrite, March 31st, 2010....)
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