With a basket laden with the harvest of summer,
fruits and flowers
and season's delights,
riding through the forest that kissed
the mountain's feet
I stopped on the way
and slumped on the grass.
The Mountain was a hillside,
familiar with its scents and the breeze.
But lying in the grass I saw it rise
to an eternity in a moment's flight.
I lay on the ground,
close, intimate in the lap of the earth,
measuring the immensity hanging over the earth and me!
brilliant and authentic and wonderfully you
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