In the valley
		My mind is itching
to climb a mountain.
But today I’m telling it
—most lovingly—
there’s virtue in the valley:
the grass is soft 
and the wildflowers 
are swaying in the breeze.
		My mind is itching
to climb a mountain.
But today I’m telling it
—most lovingly—
there’s virtue in the valley:
the grass is soft 
and the wildflowers 
are swaying in the breeze.