No One Sees The Mountains Like I Do

Native Woodland painter and poet Simone McLeod mountain prayer

No one sees the mountains like I do.

I see mother earth stretched all over here. She is free to be herself. Her essence is everywhere.

The sky is her lover. He lingers about her every crevice. Dipping in and out wantonly. He is not shy here where a love so strong can blossom like the budding trees. To be spread throughout this planet.

It is a wondrous union inspiring artists from near and far. It causes longing and need in me that I do not see in people around me. I will forever hold the sight of this love-making in my heart.

- ©Simone McLeod, April 12, 2013

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