Spring upon the Silverlake

Im loosing track of time under the sun
Almost wind born with a sight to behold
Little iPhone moments in calmness
The Tribute of light overlooking the mountains.
A humble sigh of happy
A sun down symphony
Cotton candy skyes in the golden light
The Rivers are roaring in some places
And In others…its all is so grand.
The snow melts and is poaring
or moore slowly dripping its way
to become rays of shining whiteness
The moss is waking up to the birds chirping and the warmth is hearing, yeah…its a feeling
Its all alive, pulsating with its clorofyll and speaking! Raw textured landscapes captured and utterly sculpted by time and wind.
These majestic ranges captures my soul.
Crisp air and im in my own cloud above the clouds. Up, up where the wild breathes and the soul exhales…the fleeting moment
You breathe at one and the next…
Its all magnificient.
Solitude and grandeur
Its time with the seasons
Its spring. Its life. When i leave the mountain
its all wrapped in a warmth of me being alive.
And a silent shower upon the evening mist

©Songbird