Awe the mountains lovely fair,
peace, contentment linger there,
sound of bird in harmony
sing so sweet their melody.
Listen closely to the sound
where all solace can be found,
as the branches high above
seem to sing a song of love.
Oh, to see the mountains high
as they seem to touch the sky
with the clouds so cottony
Drifting to their destiny.
Than You God for everything,
mountains high and birds that sing,
breezes as they softly blow;
mountains high and valleys low.
~ Katherine Smith Matheney
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