After rain fall the mountain called my name, seducing me with rain drops glistening ever so softly with sun lit beams upon winter leaves. Mother trees were protecting me from what was up above her leaves but as I reached that mountain high I got lost in the mist cascading through the valley and into my mind. And from beneath my feet rose steam to meet with father sun kissing my cheek, then I cried "At last  I am home, my soul is free now I may rest my head to sleep!"