The high peaks echoed;
and small streams cascaded
off the slope gently;
The wind serenaded
as the rain applauded;
I could hear the whoosh of wings;
and the perching of birds
moved the mountains within
and want me to rise high
Nature seemed to stir and sigh;
There is not a voice heard,
and there is no noise, weird;
It’s like a grave at night,
very calm and quiet;
I clutched my hands tightly,
for the heaven was cold;
a heaven is what I want
and one like this
that is fretless!