Magestic is what they are called.
Rising high up from the earth below.
Where mighty trees have made a home.
The clean fresh smell of mountain air.
The cushion for a falling bird.
The hiding place of a fawn just birthed.
A place where creatures find a haven.
Shade from the noon day sun.
Most likely a pond well hidden, giving
home to the romantic birds called,
Loons.
Sharing there song of love with you.
Its magesty sits high above the clouds
as a haze lays on its summit.
Cascading itself against the sky of blue.
The flickering of sunlight seen through
the trees.
Such beauty and wonder.
Leaving one breathless looking at you.
In the night you can hear the Mountain
Rains coming down.
As the rain drops touch the leaves of
trees, then to gently fall to the ground.
The mountain sleeps as a peacful
hush is heard all around.
Come the early morning light, a mist
lays on the ground.
The sun rises, the mist is gone, and
the mountain comes alive.
Awakened from the night you can
hear the birds singing, the Loons
singing there song, the creatures
scurring around, and the fawns
cry as it takes its first step.
.....The magestic beauty of a mountain
being nourished by the Mountain
Rains.
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love
August 1, 2003