Wind Mountain

High above the horizon rises your form of gray Zion. Shawls of majestic boughs of evergreens. The ground covered with pine needles the essence of nature blows in the wind. Serene Silence evolves here in Mother Nature. Ray fingers from the spirit sun, dance caressing the heartbeats of brown earth. The small mountain variety of flowers, bloom and flourish in this rich soil. I sit quietly and mediate, I am one with the rolling streams, floral bounty, winds, that toil on this mountain. Here on Wind Mountain I come to the great spirit in the heavens, one as a child of his creation. I am always drawn to nature and spiritual inspiration in the end. For me when the world seems cruel and overbearing to live within I withdraw to the Creators Zion.