Yosemite

Yosemite

By May Kwek

There is a place carved by glaciers

That no one knew was there

It grew wild and unfettered

With freedom in the air

It was hidden away for eons

This temple of nature grand

Locked away for ages

From the sight of man

No one thought to look

For such a place could not exist

Such a place, so remote

It was easy to miss

But to see it, to discover it

Is worth every trouble to get there

For the place breathes of magic

And it lingers in the air

To see the brilliant Yosemite falls

Glide down to the earth

Like wisps of smoke slowly descending

While singing of the day with mirth

Then to go closer

Simply stop and stare

Hear the roar of the water

As the spray flies up to the air

To stand simply amazed

As the roaring falls transforms into a river

That weaves its way through the forest

As though strolling but even slower

And to hear the laughter of that river

As it skips over rocks and stones

Is to drink the deepest contentment

That I have ever known

But then to look up and stare

Uncomprehending at the mountains

At the glistening snow that powders it

And the musical silence, listen!

Listen to the song of the mountains

The majesty that fills your soul

The harmonizing of the trees

Upturns all beauty you have known

And to see the same snow on Half dome

Winding paths for you through the forest

Where as you walk the sweet singing of birds

Can be heard from amongst the trees caress

And the clear Merced river

As it silently flows

With water as clear as crystal

And the river bed shows

Oh but what are these words

But a lone lamp compared to the day

For some things make you catch your breath

But this takes it away

Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek