Raindrops & Mountain Mist
raindrops & mountain mist
the air is wet & clean
suddenly my world is dressed
in a thousand shades of green…
the air is wet & clean
suddenly my world is dressed
in a thousand shades of green…
droplets drip from drenched trees
a playful wind tugs at my hair
hurrying people pass me
they do not pause to share
in Mother Nature’s rain-hued beauty
… they do not even notice it’s there…
a playful wind tugs at my hair
hurrying people pass me
they do not pause to share
in Mother Nature’s rain-hued beauty
… they do not even notice it’s there…
I lose myself in mountain mist
I gaze with inner longing-
up there on the wooded slopes
is where my spirit belongs…
I gaze with inner longing-
up there on the wooded slopes
is where my spirit belongs…
for I am mountain maid
my soul comes from a mountain land-
-how I know this, I do not understand
but I know that is where I belong
at peace with the mountain’s song…
my soul comes from a mountain land-
-how I know this, I do not understand
but I know that is where I belong
at peace with the mountain’s song…
raindrops & ripples reflect rainbow tones
as I follow the beach… my footsteps head home
to a simply furnished dwelling
where I live alone…
as I follow the beach… my footsteps head home
to a simply furnished dwelling
where I live alone…
… to daydream of mountains & raindrops & gossamer mist
and the melody of the waves that whisper & hiss….
and the melody of the waves that whisper & hiss….
sharonlee©7-Mar-12
King Tide
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