THE MAJESTIC MOUNTAIN HIGH

The sky got clearer,

Freed from the night's capture.

The work of time is wonderful,

Perfectly wonderful.

I'm thankful for what I'm made to see.

The wind is whistling

The chill is taunting a laugh,

Time's cravings are strange

Ah, this flash of instinct

My door is opened ajar.

I should be glad

Full of primitive passion,

Like little flights of water-wagtail

My brow is knit with thoughts

Dreams uploaded, eyelids rise

The height invites

Then I bow my head

To the majesty that stands afore

Its crown is nudging the skies

Beseeching for a little more space

Such a lovely sight

Here’s my cuppa raised to you

For the cheer, you brought to me!

You have to grow, the sky must clear

You are a majestic mountain high

I shall work on big things

Put between my hands

I need to see

With my discrete scrutinizing gaze

Big things can be even more subtle

Then the little ones.