Looking from a foggy window pane
Onto luscious Sylvan Forests, in the rain
Greens abundantly covered, as they wane
Aromas from earthen cleanliness of terrain

Where behind ancient mountains reign
Meandering for miles, so lazy, as on a slow train
Enjoying our views, daydreaming, so insane
Of how the earth is lovely and must remain

Tranquility came visiting this mountain again
The grand old venerable hills of Spain
Here my heart shall linger and abstain
From wanting to stay, though, I shan’t constrain

How mysterious is that mountain, its a holy domain
Curiously de’jevu visits my cerebral nostalgic brain

BJ @2016