Mountain mists along the horizon Breathing in the fresh forest air clouds above billowing and surreal Blankets of columbines greet the sun
I sit among the enveloping magic of the mountain's secret Charging through me with wisdom and power Peace and enlightment comes washing over me
Whispering ancient knowledge to my spirit Tis but a dream and then we retire Life is what we make it and nothing more Relax and enjoy life's little pleasures In the end that is all that matters |