How High is the Mountain
How high is the mountain
How deep is the snow
How green is the valley
Where the wild rivers flow.
The song of the bird that floats overhead
Sings to my soul whispering words long unsaid.
The flash of lightening, the booming clap of thunder
Belies the gentle drumming of falling rain
The soft muted colors of a rainbow
Send shivers of wonder straight to my soul.
The tall blackened sentinels from a long ago fire.
Standing guard over this land
While the forest floor begins to glow
With returning flowers to soothe my soul.
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