The Mountain Calls to Me
Sweet shrills escape the air
Echoing through the trees.
Singing songs, dancing wings
Crack like a whip.
The Mountain calls to me.
The crisp air plucks the sound
As if it had never been.
How now the coward cowls
Behind his shadows silence.
The Mountain calls to me.
Sweet shrills have been silenced,
The morning colors fade.
Shadows of great towers
Fall upon my face.
The Mountain calls to me.
Looking up with open ears
My senses wait for a flood.
The stories of this beast
Must be hidden among its roots.
The Mountain calls to me.
Mine innocent curiosity
Begs to infiltrate secrets he holds dear.
I turn away
Until another day.
The mountain calls to me.