I wish I could be like a snow mountain
With soft round meadows
Sheep gently graze
With the purity and smell of pine forests Mushrooms grow in fall
With carpets of short spiky grass
Wildflowers abound
With waterfall curtains and creeks
Leading to blue silver lakes
With eternal snow as blanket
Over sparkling rocks
Where heaven and earth meet in empty crisp space
Forever united in peace
(c) 2004 by Franz L Kessler
Exceptional imagery, and a very serene write.
Warm hugs
Elga
Gina
a heavenly write
most refreshing
William
gives one something to dream on
take care!!!
Very well written.
blessin's Franz,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Carmen :-)
I want to be there!Splendid poem!
If you cannot be this mountain, for certain you
have made us feel the essence of it.
Great lines, Franz.