where the moss grows

The moss wraps around the edges of my feet Locking me to the top of this mountain But I don't mind at all I whisper to the mushrooms on the edge of the path that leads me home Where the butterflies roam I watch the sun rise over the hills As I open up a little coffee shop Is this what it feels like to be truly content Where whole new stories can begin Where the moss grows A single place that I call my home Who knows when our breath will meet again But for the meantime, I'm at peace with where I am I think of where I came from I gather all my relicts and I spread the joy amongst the caffeine addicts I watch the sun rise over the hills As I open up a little coffee shop Is this what it feels like to be truly content Where whole new stories can begin Where the moss grows A single place that I call my home I whisper to the mushrooms on the edge of the path that leads me home Where the butterflies roam