Early morning on the mountain,
Birds sing out of starry slumber
While the mist drapes, like a bridal veil
Covering the earth with tender grace.
Stopping for tea, awakened by the sun,
The valley breathes sanctity and light;
Palpably modest, I tremble in delight
At this glory lovingly unfurled.
Man spits and stutters, cursing the world,
Shun from beauty, tramping down the past;
The present is alive, alluringly so
In enduring majesty, a cure to last.