How I used to love thee?
Ooh my carol! my jingle bells ,
Your face used to brighten my day,
Your smile temperated my mood.
Every day was a blessing ,
And blessings blessed each day.
Even rainy days declined moist,
by hook or crook.
As I got closer to the mountain,
Ooh lord! Couldn't you be more ironic?
Where's the beautiful trees, the smooth paths, and those adorable cracks?
Love can deceive, humans can repent
I never loved hiking.
©sami_rams
S