Whispered in my ear a song so old,
These cedars that stand so tall;
Golden sunshine making its way through,
Warming up the memories that had turned so cold.
I followed it as far as it took me,
These trails of flashbacks,
These reflections of my soul;
Fragrant is the air of woods with the scent of deep silence,
Calming down the storms that were out of control.
I listened to the music of a stream flowing somewhere,
While I sat on the bed of these white flowers;
I listened to these joyful songs they sang to me,
In the light of a beautiful golden hour.
I sat alone and stared at this vastness,
Stunned to see the clouds meeting the snow;
Oblivious to this magic we think we’ve seen it all,
While sitting quite down below.
My thirst for you hasn’t quenched as yet,
There are more seasons of you that I long to see;
For in your vastness, oh you magnificent mountains!
I have found a lot of missing pieces of me.