Bewitching Spells of Nature

Standing tall unflinchingly,
under the vast unplumbed sky,
they shine as luminously as ever,
emitting a light which shan't die.
Surrounded by colours too many,
they have a life of their own.
So peculiar they have always been,
a certain uniqueness they hone.
Yet, they reach for the heavens,
in a desperation so eternally sad,
and a forlornness to an extent
we can only wish we never had.
Birds sing in praise of their beauty
reflected by the delightful mirror of nature,
a sight so mystically enchanting,
it can melt even the dullest creature.
Love and peace they have given,
they are the ornaments of earth.
So green is their tranquility,
thanks to the trees and trees they birth.
As I remember their sweet caresses,
I wonder if with them I'll ever be able to part.
Maybe the mountains are calling out to me,
maybe I'm under the influence of my heart.

                                                                         -Syd