The mountain stands strong
In my sightline
Majestic, unmoved
Its chalky cliffs
Warmed by the sun’s rays
Clouds drift slowly by
Gracing the mountain peaks
Persuading no response
They continue their journey
Across blue skies
Trees sway, leaves flutter
Moved by a gentle breeze
Water rushes over rocks
As mountain streams
Travel to the valley below
Humming birds chatter
Flitting back and forth, up and down
Hovering, they sip red nectar
Perching only a moment
On pine branches
Chipmunks scurry
Over smooth stones
Across pine needle beds
Cautiously approaching
Searching for seeds
I sit-motionless
A quiet observer
Hopelessly searching for words
Adequate to capture the beauty
Of this peaceful mountain morning