Hank Christensen
Well-known member
High Sierra Morning
With morning's breath upon my face
I feel the majesty of this place
Song birds cry out their daily intents
A symphony warming their instruments
The lake's lapping water awakens my soul
Clearing mental debris that has taken its toll
A giver of life, a mother, and more
Gently kissing her granite shore
Alpenglow signals the coming of sun
Repeating today what always was done
The magic of dawn seeks to quiet my mind
Leaving body and soul completely aligned
I contemplate thinking of some delay
For last night the stars came out to play
My vision was clearer than ever before
Those galaxies calling my spirit to soar
My hands touch the ground, I'm beginning to see
The heartbeat of earth is speaking to me
All of these gifts are making me stronger
Perhaps I can dwell just a little bit longer
With morning's breath upon my face
I feel the majesty of this place
Song birds cry out their daily intents
A symphony warming their instruments
The lake's lapping water awakens my soul
Clearing mental debris that has taken its toll
A giver of life, a mother, and more
Gently kissing her granite shore
Alpenglow signals the coming of sun
Repeating today what always was done
The magic of dawn seeks to quiet my mind
Leaving body and soul completely aligned
I contemplate thinking of some delay
For last night the stars came out to play
My vision was clearer than ever before
Those galaxies calling my spirit to soar
My hands touch the ground, I'm beginning to see
The heartbeat of earth is speaking to me
All of these gifts are making me stronger
Perhaps I can dwell just a little bit longer