From the heart; the Heart deep high mountains lay frost
Laughter and song; Laughter the creatures sing a chant, ritual song
From the canyons; the Canyons of red as the tint of fall
Word of mouth; Mouth, echos the peaks of whitest snow
Crystals form as sickles and reflect the light of noon
New phase now repressing as the colors of the moon
Shadows respond in ominous stride
provoking the waters to musically drive
The whispering whistle of the the wind
travels through the pines like a soft spoken friend
Beauty; The Beauty to unearth a Godly quest
Travel now to the mountains, as child to mothers breast.