An Unopened Book
Serene is the Mountains
Serene is the mountains stream,
Moving waters moving past tall pine trees.
Shadowing pools where fish lay.
A morning Sun rises over the crest.
It's rays awake song birds from slumber.
Small squirrels dart up trees of oak.
While it's leaves quake in the gentle breeze.
Long eared rabbits race through tall grasses.
A small mountain storm forms in the sky.
Dropplets of rain ripple in a small pond.
The leaves in the trees reach out for refreshment.
The smell of cleanliness, a washing of old.
Greatness is here in the mountains solitude
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright© September,2016
Moving waters moving past tall pine trees.
Shadowing pools where fish lay.
A morning Sun rises over the crest.
It's rays awake song birds from slumber.
Small squirrels dart up trees of oak.
While it's leaves quake in the gentle breeze.
Long eared rabbits race through tall grasses.
A small mountain storm forms in the sky.
Dropplets of rain ripple in a small pond.
The leaves in the trees reach out for refreshment.
The smell of cleanliness, a washing of old.
Greatness is here in the mountains solitude
D.Cody Herring
An Unopened Book
Copyright© September,2016
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Serene is the Mountains
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