Into The Mountain Poem by Reagan A. Latumbo

Into the mountain I look and see,
beautiful creatures, I behold and thee,
with tall trees and green grass that's smiling at me.

Into the mountain I wash my face and drink it's fresh water,
a clear blue sky gazing at the river banks,
talking and laughing by the way I flee.

Into the mountain I smell the air I breathe,
its warmth and coldness wrapping like wings,
a feeling of security from the place I have been.

Into the mountain I run and hide,
running away from pains and sorrows
hiding my anguish and agony that always follow.

Into the mountain I sing and dance,
to give praises and more praises to thy Divine Mightiness,
A loving Creator that loves and cares for me,
from flowing waters on the streams,
down to the roots of thy green forest that seeps,
all over it's the green green grass that I can never keep,
that praises Almighty just like falling leaves!