The Mountain-top Traveler

Sun Rise to Moon Fall,
Our Mother’s dance gracefully enchants,
all of the ancients
as they made landfall.

From Shore to shore
You are touched by light,
of which we all adore
Even when touched by blight.

Love’s warmth touched me this day,
As I climbed into the fray,
Going cliff to cliff
Witnessing your picturesque glyph.

This world divined
This world refined,
This world never disinclined,
For this light is your shrine.

Ancient Giants
Forever Vigilant
Forever Suppliants
yet Eternally Innocent.

man in red jacket standing outside of cave in front of three mountains
Photo by Simon Migaj on Pexels.com

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