• Why do the Mounatins exceed the Clouds
    as they reach for the sky
    They river winds through the land
    like an Artist's paintbrush smears
    the first paint on paper
    I feel so small
    I feel so inferior
    The mountain breeze feels
    soft and smells pure
    I love the wonderous feeling of mystery
    deep within the darkness of the woods
    so pristine; time un-managed
    It's intriguing
    Even the animals seem to beckon
    beckon me further into the unknown
    But I will stay here
    I will stay and absorb the unfathomable beauty
    that is all around me