The Wind, The Rain, and The Mountain

The playful wind blows over the mountain tops, caressing the hills with deeply passionate effort, careful not to miss a spot. The trees quiver as the breeze rushes through, shaking their leaves with ecstatic pleasure, as only the wind can bring. The mountain stands indifferent to the wind, indifferent to the perfect pleasure the wind … Continue reading The Wind, The Rain, and The Mountain

Romancing the Stone

Romancing the Stone The voice of the mountain is calling my name; I see her in the shadows, She is glad that I came. The rain on her body refreshes her claim, She lies bare on the mountain, without any shame. Her voice is the waters and the wind in the trees, She makes her … Continue reading Romancing the Stone