It’s been a few years since I met you,

We’ve been to every place we can think of,

And yet,

There’s always one place we return to.

We walk up the mountain for a few minutes,

Taking in the scenery as we go.

The rustling leaves,

The chirping of crickets,

The flowing river down below.

When we get there, we’re greeted by something beautiful,

Something mesmerizing,

The stars under the moonlit sky,

We made our place.