The Answer

It is at the Mountain Top,

As the Sun takes his time,

To veal the snow, with his majestic robe.

The robe of gold, the robe that shines.

It is as he, the mighty Sun, opens his eyes,

So slow, you can see the night sky shiver.

Like a King, he rises to his throne.

The birds, his pupils, cheer on in peer.

It is the Fierce Wind's Voice,

As if drummers, pipers have all unite,

Making the cold, dark Night run,

Making it known, The King has returned.

It is as we reach the summit,

Witness Nature's unfazed charm,

Taste sweet air, hear her calming song,

Watch the World from above.

It is this moment, unlike moments in the cities,

Unlike those nights, when I watch the ceiling.

It is at this Holy Moment, 

No questions trouble the mind,

As I stand smiling with the Divine by my side,

I know I'm Alive.