When the mountains meet the sky

07.06.2016

 

Where the mountains meet the sky
by Phil Jackson

I’m leaving here tomorrow,
The real world beckons me,
Where the birds soar high above the trees
Filtered sun rays dance, for all to see.
Where the cool streams flow on by,
Close, to where my heart can cry.
Close, to where my heart can cry.
Where the mountains meet the sky.

I hear my thoughts, my heart beats again.
The air , so pure, cool & clean
I wash away the shadow worlds lies
With golden leaves upon a stream.
Only here, the eagles fly.
If you listen close, you,ll hear their cry.
If you listen close, you,ll hear their cry.
Where the mountains meet the sky.

Only natural sounds abound.
No mechanics, blood the ground!
Not here! the concrete carpet floors!
Mother nature bolts the doors.

Where rock meets snow to climb so high,
Here my heart can, laugh or cry
Here, where all free souls can fly
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Where the mountains meet the sky.

Where the mountains meet the sky.

………………………………….­…^_~

Phil Jackson, 2016

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