G.S.M.

It seems to be
That my rich joy
Comes from the gentle,
Peaceful,
And
Silent
Ancient primordial mountains
Covered and cloaked by mist
That I spied
From my nest
This weekend.

For some such as me,
All that is within
Cries out
For the rain
And streams
And sacred repose
Of my home.

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