Why the sadness, the look forlorn?

The spirit of the mountains speaks ardently,

beseeching to come to the arbour and sing.

Behind you the sunlight is flowing on the rocks.

The demons of the night have melted away.

Look intently at the sky.

You will see the mind of God, pristine, clear,

mysterious, beautiful like the crystals of ice.

Not often is the voice so audible and clear.

It flows with the tide and says, "I am".