Mountain winds sigh
Mountain winds caress my face,
Hug me in a fond embrace
Pine their needles wave a greeting that is ancient, timeless, now
Lake of liquid sky ripples near my feet,
Waves of past, future in the present meet

Mountain winds breath
Standing tall against the skies,
Mountains, alpine rulers, rise
Clothed with cloaks of aspen, pine, and jeweled with snows and river flows,
And crowned with diadems of wisp-spun cloud
While birds their piquant trills and whistles sound

Mountain winds roar
Rain itself flings to the ground,
Light and sound clash round and round
Huddled under thrashing boughs, I cower, exult, in the cry
Of earth and sky and wood together torn,
The trees and stones by wild west wind are worn

Mountain winds whisper
Water droplets on the grass
Bend the blades like arcs of glass
Fragrance of new rain and dirt, pine resinous and flowers wild
This is but my dream, my homeward yearning,
Of the mountain winds’ great endless churning