Mountains

Behold, the mountains are calling,
To be their invitees for a few days.
Don't you feel this mellow zephyr?
It's reminding that it's time to chill.
Let us forget all bedlam for a while,
And savor a few jiffs of real repose.

In the lush valley, cattle are grazing,
With the hope of having new chums.
Come, let us offer them comradery,
Along with unwinding on that prairie.
Don't let slip, amass a few souvenirs,
And giveaway them to our townsfolk.