Take my hand and we will wander through the long grass.

Cotton candy skies, and water that looks like glass.

For there is peace where the horizon meets the peak.

Views so captivating, nothing comes when you try to speak.

Take my hand and we will wander up the base

of mountains so high that we take it at a slow pace.

For there is peace where stillness invades.

out here is where responsibilities begin to fade.

And after we are done take my hand and we will wander back home.

The views we see I could never see alone.

Your worn out boots, and my cowboy ropers.

This view is for us and all of the hopers.