Rain falls softly through the canopy of leaves
Imprinting words of leafy whispers into the air
Peace and calm are welcome companions
That sweep over and enfold us
In the quiet of the mountain, he is there!
He speaks with brushes of colors, vivid and alive
His handiwork evident on this mountaintop canvas
Beauty cannot speak without our eyes
Soaking in and beholding its breathtaking effects
One could not help but know. . . . .he is there with us!
Time on the mountain stands perfectly still
While we walk the paths, his presence we count on
Out spirits are healed in the moments that
The mists fall upon our faces
We are renewed, we are refreshed, we are restored
There, in the quiet of the mountain!