The Wilderness

THE WILDERNESS

Layers of clouds drifting overhead
The mountain air settles to the ground
Creeping little creatures will make their beds
Natures here with all her sounds
The wild lurking in the darkness
The wild searching the wilderness
Mountain springs and streams that flows
Pouring rains that come and goes
Move slowly you will see and hear
The graceful running of a deer
The wild lurking in the darkness
The wild searching the wilderness
When the first light of dawn appears
Then the thirsty night is gone from here
The morning dew falls to earth
Only a few recalls the birth