The Red Carpet

A small little cabin, the size of a garage, typical natural wood ...over looking mountains that speak for themselves their vast greatness. ...lost in day dreams, meditations and prayers, coughs and sniffles. I will chatter of mountains though its all been said before, landscapes famous like stars They are the red carpet trees stand tall, dressed in dark green bodies that took years to shape I'm amongst celebrities still as cameras flash I hear the elk call They appear on the walk Shy, alert, confident, afraid you will hurt them I stay calm not to scare them the best at their best I long to approach but distance kills interest I go back to the view and sit with coffee and fudge the great shadow climbs the view the cool increases as I write between phone calls Who is better to know? Oprah, or a mountain side? ...nature gives me more.