The Mountains

The wooded path came to an end Next to a sparkling pool The water deep and clear as glass And icy, icy cool I looked to see the waters source When looking up I found The crystal waters, from snowy peaks Made hardly an audible sound Amazed that standing before my eyes Was a monolith in the sky The hugeness of its mammoth rocks A miracle, of time gone by The covered peaks of the mountain height Raked the merciless white washed sky The cool gurgling current was leading the pond Through a peaceful meadow nearby The verdant green of the valley floor Gave sanctuary to the elk and deer And they grazed in luxurious abundance Content, without a fear With the waters murmuring over well worn stones I heard a plaintive song The winds that blow through the crevices above Makes music all day long Then from a craggy precipice A high pitched wailing call Like a mother cougars' maternal sound Announcing her new cub to all What a beautiful world, everything seems good My day has been truly blessed From a morning walk into the wooded hills To an unending wilderness! I slowly walked on a winding path Through a meadow of flowers knee high And the sun beyond a far off hill Was making colors in the sky Eternally grateful I turned and looked back Some clouds now covered its height The rays of the sun produced a buttering glow As daylight surrendered to night.