Choices–beauty and Freedom by M. W.Hardwick
I have seen the red stone and mountains of beauty
And how they enjoy their majestic ways
Silent, at peace, and beautiful
Each peak and valley buffered by a never-ending wind.
And I have touched their face in the wild,
Moments when no birds or other animals speak,
Silent except for the quaking of the Aspen leaves,
Free on their little leash of air; making noise by embracing the other
I have considered the silence as mindfulness
I have dreamed of the mountain peace,
And change of seasons as the sun takes control
Who is the ultimate power of all things?
Who is to answer this existential quest?
Who is the master of all birds, all flowers and pure water
I now understand questions lead to more and
The mountains and nature flourish as we continue, to explore
And ignore the harm we do in the name of independence and freedom to choose.
So please STOP and choose to sustain
The beauty and peace that the mountains already know…