Morning Song

i went out to the mountains
to get away from it all
the noise, the clutter,
the hustle and bustle
and found some reprieve
in nature's soft tussle

i went there for rest
and a little adventure
and maybe connection
with the creator of nature

it's communion i seek
with such divine love
which inspire me so
i leave comfort and home

my eyes do get misty
as my belly contracts
as i packed on the trail
and headed my way back

i stood on a hill
and looked back to the meadow
which brought me such joy
and yet i'm unsettled

the beauty enveloped
my soul in a way
that I felt a deep joy
and yet sadness that day

how could it have been
that this place was created?
what was in the heart
of this being that made it?

and what is inside me
that longs for this sight
which brings me to travel
so far through the night?

what words could i use
to describe such a moment,
when the sun rises up
and wakes up all that's living?

my soul wants to sing
and its just the beginning