Morning On the Mountain

Morning On The Mountain Glowing cathedral spires of the gold mountain range Rising with the sun above the reflective ice lake Between deep green sequoias tops Passed, and down below the pine needled path Stretching on thin rust colored winding road to those still sleeping This bundled feast that feeds the eyes and feelings Greeting the morning explorers grasping Waking, on the new dawned day Yawning men with their warm breath turned instantly to mist Lifting in a cloud of thick steam, as it passed their lips to speak Frozen temperatures on their exposed encampment Reminding them more cold is yet to come before they reach the summit They were engineered to climb the mountain It’s in their DNA They climb it because it’s there It is their living and their livelihood The trees can only watch And wish they could