Song Playing is called
"Can You Feel What I Feel"
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Gazing

Gazing about in wondrous delight
seeing the mountain come alive
with the budding of every
bush, tree, and shrub life
extending outward and reaching up
like arms raised in praise
of new found life.

Greens as far as the eye
can see, yellow green, spring
green, moss green, forest green,
like an artist palette astir
with yet unnamed colors...

The blooming of the maples,
showing red green miniature leaves
as yet still unfolded. Mountain
laurel springing forth with an
abundance of leaves, wild apple
trees, dog wood, the solitary
shaggy hickory, sprouting tufts of
hair, like an ancient man.

Interfaced among the cliff faces,
tiny white blooms, resembling
miniature Queen Anne's Lace.
White tipped flowers, pushing out
from last years deadfall. Showing
us the continunity of life..

The air laden with moisture,
promising the coming of rain,
life's nourishment, among these
mountains. Looking over the valley,
seeing the peaks surrounded with
the gray white clouds resembling
an artist's sketch of unfinished
promises.

Be still, and listen, the
hawks cry! The robins singing,
and there you can hear the
woodpecker tapping out his signature
of sounds. The blue jay
winging his way, cawing out
his cry. Be still and listen..

Copyrighted by Gwenn A. Lewis 1999