The Mountain Top

I sat upon a mountain top,
closer to my god to be.
All day I sat in contemplation,
but no sign of him did I

"The Divine Milieu Of Nature"

My heart beats to Nature's throbbing chest,

Earth's blood dewdrops in Nature's best -

Great

Colorful specters stand whispering secrets,

but the mortal ear hears only the rustle of

crusty leaves caught in a Fall wind.

Dreaming of clouds afar

bringing glory to thee

brighter than any star

the rain I love to see

storms rage in a violent sky

Nature's song
Sings as the
Soul of your
Life

The tree 
It paints
With leaves

Give it
The flight
With the
Air

For our
Eyes only
To