As I come to this place on the mountain
I ponder its space and time
And all who came before me
Fitting into its Rhythm and Rhyme.
As the sun began it sojourn
its brightness paved the way
she unfolded her beautiful meadow.
Grander than any written play.
The dew drops she had dancing
on the tips of meadow grass.
Their prisms laughing gaily
as if no time would pass.
In the distance the Firehole River
seemed sure of its destiny its way
For the ocean tugged its heartstrings
A part which no man could play.
But like all within her boundaries
Like many on this earth.
I had only come to honor her.
this small piece of heaven on earth.
By Katie Mills