<b>The High Ridges</b>
Below us lies the towns and farms and roads,
Around us the rainstorm lashes the mountains,
and the winds bring the thunder to our ears.

And there she dances in the broken gleams of the sun,
in purest joy and openly welcoming the rain clean air,
the dancing sunlight and the songs of the storm.

We thought not the least of the lightning, nor felt any fear,
only a great adventure and a chance to dance with the storm.

Celebrate those beautiful souls that touch your life,
and reveal themselves to you, for they are most precious,
and are the unique memories of your journey in this world.

Be grateful and be humble that they bestow their sacred graces,
these gentle muses that dance for us,
and touch our deepest selves.