Oh Mountain Blue

An oasis of viridescent trees swaying back and forth guarding

the innocence that is the old mountain.

Snow sits on its hightop watching overtime as people

admire the significant beauty it holds up high.

Vivid eyes watching the water as it hits the shoreline wiping

out the varied rocks that it has washed up before a million times already.

The sun sets and the wind carries the sounds of owls throughout the tall trees, a serene

     nostalgic sound that repeats until the sounds of the morning doves take over.

When the full moon comes out after spinning around, it settles to take its night watch,

thousands upon millions of scattered glowing angels staring down

taking in the breathless landscape that appeals to the darkness.

The mountain still stands not aware of its own masterpiece.

A family of hungry wolves wander on the steep dirty hills looking for

food to feed their starvation that dries

their mouths on the full moon night.

The dazzling reflection hits their eyes as the sleepy moon

casts million little specks of sparkle so pure it could be diamonds

across the pacific lake while eating berries that the mountain

has supplied to them to feed the

families who will watch the mountains for

the next century.

The sun wakes up painting the vast sky colors from pink

to orange across the whole sky.

The mountain could never match these colors nor does it know how too.

It’s too beautiful it is by itself, how its helped every beating heart and how it

stands out with every little thing that

calls it home.