Crested Mountain
The mountain was crested with snow
towering in the slate gray sky
Oh, how it made me wonder why?
Where I am going, I don't know!
A light wind whistled through the trees
Could answers be calling to me?
In this familiar place to be?
I tried to listen with some ease.
Then, it seemed the mountain did speak
with strength across the frozen ice
It brought me some thoughts, oh so nice!
Beauty all around,, nothing bleak
The crested mountain had its say
This moment for beauty to touch
The rest didn't matter so much
Absorbed with silver, white and gray
Heidi Sands
1/13/25
*8 Syllables
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Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2025
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