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..

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