Sun perched above the skyline
refracting off leaves of dew
whose light moves across gentle plains of
tall grass like they were waving at you.
Snow drapes the peaks like sugar-coating
pine trees pointing to the bluest sky
I ever did see.
Rivers washing gently by
dancing on rocks older than we know
Red tail hawks soaring talking to the silky clouds
telling stories of the crevices of life he had known.
These Mountains have a wisdom of their own,
for each traveler who dare to traverse his paths,
Unseen at times , life’s new directions found
on the bark of trees
under moss-covered stones
lush leave covered footfalls
meant to contemplate..to breathe ..in..