Meet me there, where the clouds fall behind the mountains. Where...

Meet me there, where the clouds fall behind the mountains. Where the snow on the peak rises up as if trying to touch the sky. Meet me where the grass waves in the wind, where it whispers softly in the breeze. Meet me where the storm that rolls in covers us like the lid on the pot, where we can simmer together, before we turn to boil. Meet me there, I am waiting.