Saturday, October 13, 2018

Peaks

Oh, to rise o’er sun-drenched valleys
Cut and carved by friendly waters
In a questful sure meander
As they search for lower ground.

You have towered eons gone
To capture an unbroken sky,
Long before foot, fin or hoof
Arrived to desecrate your Eden.

Looking down on crystal waters
Gathered pristine at your feet.
First to witness Sun’s horizon,
Smiling as you greet the dawn.

Gazing at your peaks with envy.
Oh, to be so close to God.
Let me lift a pensive plea
That I may be as wise as you.

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