Standing high on the rocky mountain top
She stands mesmerized by the beauty below
A sea of trees and fields spread out before her
Like the strokes from an ole masters brush
Finely painted with textures and colors of nature
Sweet smells waft through the air assaulting the senses
Essence of pine meadowland and wildflowers
Raising her arms in the air as a goddess in worship
Turning her face to the sun, rays dare to kiss her cheek
Soft blue dress swirling around her in the breeze
Wind caressing her bronze skin tenderly like a lover
Birds sing her praises and angels lend her wings
Turning to face me, my heart races and falters
She smiles, I catch my breath and gasp for air
Her touch is a fire that only she can quench
As our lips meet, I am no longer solid mass
I am air, water, fire; I am all things for her
