Thousands of lady bugs are all around A rushing creek creates the sound Helps me calmly write this down Her chin is resting on a rock Her beauty is such, one could never mock. Folded arms, a loving stare I only want to show her I care Care for her For me For us This mountain's beauty is such a plus The month is June The rocks are warm All of the insects to flowers swarm. California is the state That prompted this poem I now create If you've never been here Then I'm sorry but, you probably can't relate To how this majestic scenery can so easily sedate Any mood that you bring to it Even the yearly depression fit Will slowly, gently fade away On my mountain On this day. No drugs needed No drinks required Only sober thoughts transpired I prefer it more this way On my mountain On this day I think that everything is going to be okay And for now that's all i need to say. p.s Than I pull out my cock and dance around blowing spit bubbles saying over and over and under, I'm goonna poke' your bu-ut i'm goonna poke' your bu-ut, and you run but i tackle you and shove my tongue down your throat while i pee on and dry fuck your leg as i scream broken latin into your right ear and choke the shit outta ya... oh.. i almost forgot. because i'm ' el natural'. On my mountain. On this day. <Why you ask ? Cuz i have a deep respect for women and nature like my heros Keats, Yeats, and Blake, or couldn't you fucking tell?>