I look to the sky and the blazing sunFeeling like I’ve arrived, the only one This place before me feels like home?Should I never leave here, no longer roam? God must have painted here, these very tonesMan has not touched this place nary a stone Sitting, I gaze upon this beautiful placeContent, I wish to stay, leave the race How is it that a site can affect me so?I couldn't retreat now if I wanted Continue Reading...