I hear the mountains calling to my soul
As clear as if they called me by my name
The shore-bound waves upon the lake do roll
Reflecting peaks majestic and unchanged
The heights where few, save eagles, dare to roam
I lift my eyes and set my feet to go
Now, gentle waters flow across the trail
And soft pine leaves emit their fragrant bliss
Life’s worries wilt, becoming rather frail
Compared with peace as absolute as this
I tread along the path that is sublime
Of those who wander wild amongst the pines
A single flower blooms on forest floor
The color of the innocence of spring
As delicate as clouds above that soar
Arrayed in greater splendor than a king
Rich tapestries, painted with oils divine
Surround and awe this humbled heart of mine
I sit here in the quiet, thinking long
On life, on love, on solitude and joy
Upon my ears, there rests a tuneful song
The sighing wind, by mighty peaks giv’n voice
It whispers secrets kept within the minds
Of those who wander wild amongst the pines
Moist fog covers me in a soft blanket
A mystic shroud that hides the land below
The path ahead beckons—I must take it
New worlds emerge as higher up I go
Atop the peaks: freedom unthinkable
Above the clouds: beauty unspeakable
Mud on these boots of mine bears testament
To where I’ve walked—tomorrow, new paths wait
When one adventure ends, do not lament
All trails connect—it’s what the wise ones say
I count it good fortune to walk in line
With those who wander wild amongst the pines
Cover photo taken at Mills Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park
The Mad Puppeteer 
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