The Cathedral In the Pines

The Cathedral in the pines is in the Mountains high. Looking up in to the sky You'll see leaves in the trees Joining like hands above As the sun shines through them with its rays For a few minutes It will take your breath away. I felt the hug. The green grass was a beautiful soft rug. The soft music being piped in Kept down the din. People sat on wooden benches to pray Or dropped money in A metal box tin That was attached on to the side of a tree. Before the altar you could see People on bended knees. Beyond that the river glowed Like blue shappires as it flowed Down below. Gone was my wrath As I walked down the path. To see the graveyard That looked hard All done up in gray Where relatives lay. There wasn't a sound As I sat on the ground. Here I found Peace, serenity And tranquility Which just goes to prove when life is Howling like a hound Listen quiet can abound. It was all around.