The Mountain Path

Ascending into heaven I walk the mountain path glorious green pine trees shade my walk as wild flowers wave in gentle breezes Each step I see a world of colors and hear the voice of nature From the cooing of lovebirds to the babble of a clear stream I sense the silent stare of deer and feel the presence of a small red fox By the flowering of tree blossoms from the palette of fall foliage Each step as close to heaven as earth can be Midway I sit and see an ancient temple it's rooftop crowned with dragon scales Further up I see the rice fields carved as steps on the sister mountain's side Rain overflows from top to bottom nourishing the seed to life And finally I step up top the mountain to view the golden fields of grain and sleepy farming villages where people and livestock appear as ants I listen to the hawk soar above and feel as though I to can fly Where is goodness in a world gone mad down the mountain path I ponder reflecting on the memories of you The sweetness of walking here with my love your voice echoes in my memories your smile etched in my heart your laughter sings in the breeze I walk across a crystal stream on green stones of jade Stepping out of the mountain path onto the valley road In my shirt pocket a mixture of vibrant flowers I walk up to your door and knock You open and smile I ask Will you join me on a walk up the mountain path