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.
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2015
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