The Rock and The Flower

I do love the mountain  
Crowned with ivory snow  
And a fresh fountain  
The crystal waters flow  
 
I like to see the sunset  
Sinking deep and low  
The dawn is just perfect  
The lovely flowers grow  
 
And the silent shy moon  
Silver beam in the night  
Upon the tree a dove croon  
Serenade to the missed knight  
 
Enchantment in the forest  
With lovely chirp and crow  
The songs of every chorist  
Beauty's natural and raw  
 
The deep furrows lie fallow  
In the summer calm evenings  
Where a tree still is standing  
Green among burnt shadows  
 
The Autumn mist quite mystic  
Eerie tales 'round a shroud  
And the vision heavenly cryptic  
When earth recently ploughed  
 
A ghostly smoke in the deep lake  
Where the waters moving slow  
A mirror of the one's reflection  
The human spirit behaving so......  
 
Yes, and yet i love the high plains  
Where the solid rocks do grow  
And below grow tender flowers
Wisdom is only high and low.....