Her clouds lap at the slopes
Mountains e'er channeling
Banks of a river of altitude
That dances nervously about
The stones and scree draping
All touched by contoured winds
Splashing over broad banks
Wafting high into the thin air
Sometimes white and misty
Others too, grey and stormy
Eternal flowing magnificence
Drifting upon a celestial river
Pouring on e'er 'tween the worlds
The spiritual surge floods forth
Through temporal troughs low
Spirits sojourn on a lofty course
A channel of an origin's essence
To certainty upon a celestial river