Leaving the mountains for the trail well charted
As the sun showed the way, the clouds in a daze
What was found here is but a wholesome passageway
Words and meaning for most to watch and sway
Snow on the peaks that glistens in the morning sunlight
Is still brought to life with the evening moonshine
Valleys that are crossed with water in their great fervour
But the winds bring any whether, their word lasting forever
Lessons of the ages to be taken and not be forgotten
The stars and their light are to be well hidden and not stolen
Their ways, joys, sayings, and their meaning silenced
At least not from those whose gaze is forever wonder
In the arms of the Holy One
