On a Mountain

Mountains of pristine air 
Covered in wild green.
I wish I could stay with you.
Run wild and free in the wind.
Not have to wear a watch.
Nor worry about a cell phone.
To rely on the tree branches sighing
In a spring wind, for music.
Listen to the stars twinkling.
To myself thinking.
Hearing the esoteric thoughts.
Outweigh my mundane nature.
Oh such would be divine.
IF only this mountain were mine.
I would not complain away my life.
Finding fault with such that I do all day.
Letting all the trivial things hold sway.
No. I would be about something..If
Only I could get my way
and
Live on a mountain...someday.