Standing amidst those towering white pines,
Hearing the wind as it whispered my name,
Watching hawks, as they spiraled and on thermals climbed,
A voice deep inside me broke free and became
One, with those faces of sheer, solid stone.
Those bones of the earth, silent giants of past
Ages untold, they kept calling me home.
The scent of old forests, and air like glass,
With waterfalls hidden in pockets of rock,
And rich, moist soil that encouraged such growth,
I felt all the sadness inside me unlock,
The stress and the tension…I realized that both
Were nothing compared to mountainous strength.
Those roots of granite and limestone’s range,
Resisted, remained, through time’s pressing length,
Prevailed and stood strong, weathered, wizened by change.
My soul rose to soar, lost in stone and deep wood,
Freed again to follow those steep paths of dreams.
The vibration of the mountains’ song in my blood
Made me miss and re-think what it is my life means.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2008