Tuesday, July 10, 2007


The mountain of beauty is a sight to behold
It's slender trails and waterfalls
A pure white hawk of immortality
In the echoes it calls
She sleeps in the bosom of nature
Deep crevices that hold the sea
In her arms are the crescent moon
The whispering winds in the tree
Let it be-let it be-can't you see
The untouched beauty of innocent skies
That look upon the meadows below
With graceful virgin eyes
Everything in its own place
Like a child that sleeps in a crib
Listen to the call of the pure white hawk
Taken from the first man's rib
It was meant to stand by his side
Of equal stature and grace
Not below but yet not above
Together in nature's embrace
Standing in the gap as a bridge
That links the world together
Bound unto all upon a great wall
Known as mankind's tether

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

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