Mountain Thoughts

The wind sings the songs of the mountains with the sun’s rays trailing its journey. It curls over the mountain tops and howls down the slopes as the clouds watch, sitting ever so gently on the mountain peaks. The landscape flattens out as the wind weaves through a rippling field of high grass. A harmonious response to the elegant dance of the cool breeze. After the game between the elements the wind approaches a lonely cabin, just as old as the man in the rocking chair resting on his front porch. He only shares his secluded world with the sun’s smile and the rest of Mother Nature’s emotions. The wind slows to tickle the whiskers on the man’s face. He embraces the gentle touch with a smile that could tell a life story. As quick as it came the wind escapes around the home brushing past the perturbing splinters and disappears into the forest beyond; leaving the man alone to his thoughts.