As I sat way above the lower valley
I admired the mountain that was there
Down it's sides tall pines grew lower
As if upon a maiden her longest hair

The colors on it's face smiled in sunlight
As clouds passed it gave expressions true
It's soul lived since days of so very old
Yet to this day seduced viewers old and new

Natures seasons had dressed her accordingly
A mountain of deepest thoughts of memory
Silently it had seen generations as they grew
Never telling of what it knew of passed or to be

I sat looking at it in total admiration of view
So beautuful within it's being yet as if also wise
A mountain that diserved credit for it's beauty
A natural pleasure to all soul mind and eyes

I gave it the name of all things naturaly created
I think of my thoughts of it there it surely knew
I called it “ ALL THINGS MOUNTAIN “
It danced among it's trees as mountain winds blew

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018