I like it sweet, like maple syrup
Straight from the trees, washed down with hyssop.
I’d drink it from a water fountain
It feels like home here in the mountains.
I like the evergreen's strong scent
Reminds me of a long lost friend.
It clears my mind and soothes my soul
It feels like home here in the cold.
I like the warmth here by the fire
The softest storm brings out desire
Straight from my heart, into your arms
It feels like home here in the stars
I like the wind it gives me shivers
It dances dust along the river
I listen to its sweet soft song
It’s felt like home here all along.
About the Creator
Veronica Fernandez
20 year old gypsy, making music and doing headstands somewhere in the mountains.
Singer/songwriter/ukulele player.
Inspired by the changing of seasons, black coffee, and the energy in the air.
ig: @v.fernz
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