Mountains shape the landscape

With their bold presence

A silence resonating with mother nature.

Dignified they stand,

A mighty chorus sending vibrations of nature’s song from their foundations to their peaks; echoes fall into pockets of blue space

Pillowy clouds of white serenade gracefully across, moving to the rhythm of winds,

So soft, blowing kisses of comfort in midst of solitude.

Peacefully, the sun sets; coloured strokes of pinks, purples and orange hues painted against the horizon.

The horizon of which I am a part.