A Job of Dreams
The job I love comes from a field of nature.
The mountains and the streams,
No money and only happiness it seems.
I see people and take them with me,
Along the path far from the sea.
I love the hills and the path's that following,
A hiking guide not too full yet not too hollow.
A perfect life to show others what I love,
The life on the trails are great like the heavens above.
My dream is do be a guide of trails through the mountains.
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