06/18/2026
Over the mountains, where silence grows wide,
The wind learns the language the pine trees confide.
Clouds brush the ridges in soft drifting lace,
And daylight dissolves into cool, open space.
Over the mountains, the rivers unwind,
Carving old stories the rocks left behind.
Echoes remember what time tried to hide—
Footsteps and dreams on the far canyon side.
Over the mountains, the stars come alive,
Spilling like silver where dark skies arrive.
And something within you begins to feel free,
As distant horizons call endlessly.
