Mountains
The weathered mountains turn their face,
toward the sun and rain and wind's wild pace
Each eon have Nature's hands caressed -
sculpting cherished views from East to West...
Grasses cover as a blanket there,
patterns change with e'vry breath of air -
Snow lay as lambskin o'er the tops
of ancient and beloved rocks...
Go touch and listen; learn the ways
of Mountains, in your living days.
For life is short, and ere you go,
find the wisdom there which you should know...
K.E.C., 1996