I awake to a songbird
Singing good morning melodies
The sun with his warmth
Floods my room
Playful strands of gold dance
My soul desires a peek outside
To see the vexing stir
My eyes behold
A soft fog floating betwixt
The lull lil valleys
Cool dew on barefeet
Old mountain so stern is his presence
Mystic yet comforting
He looks down upon me
Safely he keeps me
From raging storms and heavy snows
The clean morning air
And morning glories opening
To greet this mystic sight
Babbling brook flowing peacefully
With sweet hymns
What a mystical gift
That mother earth shared
With me
A writing spider sits upon her web
Spelling hidden tales
In the clearing, a sweet fawn
Playing as a child...
Tis a mystical world
Hid inside the mountain
For he stands guardian
Day and night..
For my eyes behold