I Rested Upon a Tall Mountain Top

I Rested Upon A Tall Mountain Top I journeyed into a one-eyed pristine land, nobody could see to destroy its beauty. There lay rose inspiring colors on demand, there was, keeping Nature intact as a duty. I journeyed into that heavenly soft dream, nobody there was in a wasteful hurry. Goodness always rained down it did seem, like snow falling in a gentle flurry. I rested in that clear and mellow view, lone traveler seeking no other new path. Embracing beauty's hold that is so true, and seeing eternity in its endless math. I rested upon a tall mountain top, from there I saw spreading beauty nonstop. Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2016 Note. My muse accused me of being lazy and told me to get up and write you clod. I typed the first verse--then suddenly the rest flowed like a gentle clear stream.. I said thank you muse, she replied, "next time don't be so damn lazy." "Next time I'll give the first verse and your next thirteen verses had better be great!"