Sunshine on the Mountain
Ælfhild Wiklund
High in the clouds the mountain rises
Up above bird flight and the rustling forests
Into the sunshine and out of the clouds
Looking down upon a transmuting sea
A fluffy sea of water droplets
A tumultuous sea tossed by the wind
Tumbled about the peaks and ridges
Down the slopes of the mountain’s sides
But here the sun shines warm and golden
Warm as love upon the stone
Thawing the lonely night touched mountain
Painting the meadows with blossoms bright
Awakening hope in the spring of the summer
To touch the hearts of those who be
To wrap them in the embrace of the Sun
And the blessing of the Sun upon the Mountain
Fragrance of the flowers and the sweet spice of the trees
Touch of the wind and the sun
Hearken to the birdsong and the whispers of the meadow
See the colors bright here and the clouds that cast illusions
Illusions that we float here on an island in the sky
Up where the rocks shine in the light and in the heat
Basalt that shimmers with dark warmth
Quartz that sparks and catches the eye
Deep greens and purples tint the grays
Malachite spires twist and turn
Rising from the mountain’s peak
Sapphire crystals ring the boulder
Snowflake obsidian dark and sleek
Gleaming in the sun and shimmering in the heat
The heart and blood of the mountain gathered
In unlikely formation at the pinnacle of its height
Embracing the gift of the Sun
Amid the ephemeral joy of summer
Stand the stones that are the mountain.
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