I swoon with the thought of a cabin home in the midst of these gorgeous, green trees.

The mountain air has got me delirious,

and it seems my soul cannot get enough of it.

I grin as I see birds flying every which way,

free to go where ever they please,

with no map to lead them.

I see cattle roaming happily through the rolling hills,

and sheep bleating in peaceful contentment.

I see old cabins, with smoke rising from their ancient fireplaces.

















I see old mountain towns, with quaint coffee shops and chapels.

The town quickly passes by and I am submerged into nature again.

Deer run wildly through the trees,

hiding and playing with their mates.

Creeks ripple wildly every which way.

Caves seem to call to you to explore and see what treasures they hold inside.

I try to imagine myself within this mountain kingdom,

tucked away from the rest of the world.

It feels so surreal, but it's already gone.

Just a picture on my phone, and a memory in my head.


( This poem actually comes from true experience! My family visited my grandmother who lives in the mountains of NC. It's so beautiful there, I just wanted to beg my parents if we could stay the night and lay on a blanket to watch the stars come out in that beautiful place. I hope to go soon again, but for now I have these  sweet memories <3)


Have you ever visited NC? Or any other mountainous regions? Did you enjoy your trip? Rant about it below! love to hear from y'all! <3