Misty
Mountain Morning...
Clouds
forming, full of tears.
I
Can feel its mystic sadness,
Adding
to my fears.
Darkness
envelopes our world...
Danger
lurks in the flash of light!
The
mountain booms its anger,
The
angels have taken flight!
Stormy
mountain morning,
Filled
with fear and pain.
Will
it always be unforgiving!
Will
we see its sunny face again?

Clouds
empty - moving on.
The
mood is changing now.
Fingers
of sunlight dance like childish laughter.
The
mountain manages a smile somehow.
And,
as we watch, that smile bursts forth!
Brilliant
sunshine floods its face!
The
mood has shifted on the mountain,
And
it cloaks itself in tree top velvet and leafy
lace.
As
the day progresses, happiness invades the land.
The
mountain mood holds true.
Its
face is bathed in color now...
Sunshine,
trees and sky of blue.

Time
approaches when all must rest.
And,
with her crown of pink and gray,
Our
mountain mood turns thoughtful
as
night replaces day!
Time
elapses, flowing swiftly
like
the gurgling mountain stream.
We
witness all the mountain mood swings
Before
lying down...To sleep - to dream.
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