Mountain Sound

[Aengus Og]

I may live in the city,

where buildings and cars abound.

But I have not been deafened,

to that mountain sound.


Although I dont often hear them,

at night if Im silent I find.

All those sounds still echo,

through the caverns of my mind.


The howl of the wolf or coyote,

when the night time sky it sees.

Challenged only by the howl,

of the wind among the trees.


The gentle dribble of a mountain spring,

as it flows to lower ground.

And the crashing thunder of a waterfall,

all make up that soothing sound.


The crickets in the tall grass,

the crunch of footsteps in the snow.

The whisper of the tall woods,

and sounds only I will know.


Laying back on a hillside,

during those excursions that have become so rare.

I dream of another who understands that sound,

so the magik of the mountain we can share.