the river winding down below
the rushing sounds of rapids flow

while high above the trees I stand
to breathe the wonders of this land

vast pines outstretching toward the sky
give shelter to the fowl that fly

the covered rocks and earth that stay
stuck forever in their place

for years on end this place has been
untouched by man, untouched by sin

to some it may seem boring, though
to be in such a place alone

hidden in hills, surrounded by stone
but, for me,
it's coming home

when I heed the ocean's pull
I hear its rhythmic roll
it makes my heart seem full
creating music in my soul

when the mountains call
with their mist so softly rising
above their majestic sprawl
my dreams are mesmerizing

I hear the ocean's rhythmic roll
its gentle lapping waves
creating music in my soul
the peace my spirit craves

with mountain mist so softly rising
above gently rolling crowns
my dreams are mesmerizing
of that peaceful sacred ground

ocean's gentle lapping waves
licking feet, tickling toes
the peace my spirit craves
takes away my woes

above gently rolling crowns
the sky cerulean blue, a part
of that peaceful sacred ground
that lifts my grateful heart

ocean licking feet, tickling toes
enjoyment to the full
takes away my woes
when I heed the ocean's pull

the sky cerulean blue, a part
of enjoyment to enthrall
that lifts my grateful heart
when I hear the mountains' call

I think moon gets more love than it deserves.
Just because it's lucky to share the night sky with stars,
Everyone loves it more because it breaks and changes its shape every day,
And without doubts, everyone assumes that it's a good thing.
I fail to understand why this unwilling sacrifice is considered among the most beautiful things in the world.
Nobody knows what the moon has to say for all of this.
To be honest it is just a cold dessert hiding oasis somewhere on it.
But still, it manages to stop hearts and be a part of many important moments of one's life.
The poets write about it, the lovers gift it and someone in the wilderness admires it.
It shares there stories because it got lucky to be in the dark.

People ignore its arrogance and celebrate even when it vanishes with the sky.
Maybe if the sun had the power to grow and fade like the moon, we would have appreciated it more.
The sun shines every day but people have different emotions every day about it.
We don't give enough credit to the sun for it's being, and often ignore that it is the sun who makes the moon a moon.
We never appreciate the sun, it is always something else - either the wind, rain or the cloud.
The sun burns itself day and night to keep us from our fears.
But moon takes away all the praises.
Even when we feel safe when the moon is there shining brightly in the night, we forget it is the nostalgia of the sun wanting to be with us every moment.
Even when we are sad in the night, we blame the dark for making us feel that way, never the moon.

I think moon gets more love than it deserves.
But that's to blame on our eyes and heart.
It's there fault to get swayed away by the pleasant. They always look for beauty and reality.
A cold gaze seems more beautiful to everyone than a warm soul, but then they complain about this emptiness inside of their hearts.
Maybe paying a hard long look in the mirror will show us some reality of our own.

I wander trails that are shaded by trees
until I reach the first steep rock scramble.
Walking steadily on old, crunchy leaves
I believe it's the mountains' preamble

I scale these rocks with eager hands and feet
my yearning heart pumps blood through my blue veins.
This mountain will not hand me my defeat
muscles strain and the rocks help break my chains.

Sturdy rocks and sacred trees surround me
their presence strengthens my weak, depressed bones.
My muscles burn with effort, but I'm free
to become one with the trees and the stones.

Though there are times where my mind may plummet.
I'll survive the fall, I've reached the summit.