Spring Water, Falls

In the pale mists of an autumn light, we speak into the clear mountain air.

Our words vibrating off the volcanic minerals and clear spring water.

We have been whisked away into a magical forest, deep and ancient, filled with wonder and awe.

We are mere pieces on the grand scale.

But pieces that reverberate together, inward and outward into the grey and hazy sky.

We are cleansed by the power of it all.

Strummed by a thousand bees, all humming simultaneously with grace and ease.

That is the power.

We climb higher, until we reach a peak. Only to look off into the distance to see a monument of greatness.

We too shall climb higher into the light. Forging our own path beyond the confines of the trail.

There is little doubt of what we seek.

The glory only a few can obtain.

A shared glory, but we will shape it into something new and familiar.

We can use as a light in the dark, and a map for the uncharted.

It will blaze a path and set new boundaries the world over, but it is also the winter snow that falls, crisp and clean. It'll be the summer sun that lifts us up. 

What a wonderful life.