Strong with mighty breadth and height, symbols of the invincible. I am the oak, my vulnerability exposed. Top Appalachia Retreat to the misty hills, walk the beaten tracks, sample the floral richness. Follow worn footpaths atop a windblown summit. From mile high eminence I view the surrounding countryside through a milky watered haze.
Mountains stretch to infinity, one piled on another.
There is surreal beauty in everything I see. Behold with astonishment creation's splendid wonder, a stage for raw emotions. To Go Wind blows, leaves fall, chevron of geese look for a pond. Crops are ready for the harvest, wheat is offered in libation. Geese are ready to fly southward, off they go in their formation.