Mountain of Beauty

Through the woods I walk and wonder;
Everything is open to me.
Trees and bushes, rocks and fountains;
All of Nature welcomes me.

Alone I sit at the Top of the Mountain;
Not a sound but the rushing stream.
Solitude is completely welcome;
Beauty covers and surrounds me.

Twilight coming, Sunlight fading;
The Moon is silently gleaming "Good Night."
Stars in Heaven, ever twinkling,
Wake me in the morning light.

Sun's first rays, peek over the trees.
Shafts of gold, light up the sky.
Birds above me, sing ecstatically;
I open my arms to embrace this life.