Slopes Delight

Oh just the thought of your beautiful slopes The idea of treading through that narrow line Of looking first, to map out the way To the destination at the end of your soft splendor I see how secretly they beckon to me Shyly sharing secrets kept from all Covered, protected from vagrant travellers Who wish to pillage and plunder it's fruits delight But I hear them whisper to me, these twin slopes Saying I should pillage with all my might Showing me the path is open and clear Soft sweet nectar, just a speckle, guides my way...