Thoughts On a Spanish Mountainside

Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops, Creeping forward like an army on the move. Now and then, dropping their wet cargo On vegetation, withered from long months of sun. Gusts of wind carry fragments of birdsong, Rejoicing in the rain, singing their hearts out, Snippets of melodies, tunes incomplete Yet somehow they hold total beauty. The local goat herd head for the cover of trees, Their bells clanging, a discordant harmony, Mellow and almost soothing in an odd way. The soft falling rain gently spatters the ground, Changing the base colour, by its very wetness. Greens become greener, more vibrant, alive, Flowers perk up and shine forth their beauty Waiting for the never too far away sun to return Adding to the life-giving rain in its role of Sustainer of life, giver of growth and spread. As the rain clears the tops of the mountains Birdsong becomes more urgent, more intense. Life is good, go forth and live it, could be What they are saying. And why not? Beauty is as beauty does, true as ever, Wherever beauty is found, especially here. High in the hills, low in the mountains Any glade or grassy knell, rocky outcrop And stony path, life abounds, so oft unseen By human eyes. So few see this beauty show Eyes blind to creatures great and small Oblivious to picturesque valley or Craggy mountain peaks with eagle circling high. They care not for scenic views Bored with not being entertained As is the modern way, no phone signal up high A blessing most would say, peace and quiet. But on this Spanish mountainside, calm yet busy Life abounds, rains fall on grateful grounds, An ambience of peace and life fulfilled, Beauty deep shines forth for those with open eyes, Aware and looking for each and every gem. Each winding track, each lofty villa Shack or outhouse, grace the mountain With individual promise of Spanish life, A slice, a piece, a glimpse of another way. No ‘mod cons’ up here, just life’s basics. A life of one with nature, peace and harmony.