The mountains are singing! Awake then and listen!
For music supernal is moving today.
The tones are deepest the earth may afford you,
The hill’s ancient channels have all given way.

Deep blue is the tone of eternal duration,
Deep blue is the undertone heard ‘neath it all.
For theirs is the theme of the earth in formation,
The hymn of creation no heart can recall.

A wonderful green overflows and subdues them,
It melts with the blue in a rapturous flow
Of color and shadow of rhythm and movement
Uniting the present with days long ago.

Deep blue is evasive, a deep secret hiding,
The echo of ages now lost like a dream.
Could we hear the full tones of that ancient anthem
Would green moving shadows be just what they seem?

The changing green shadows are living about us,
The present, the here and the now that we know.
They too shall be lost in the blue of duration,
A part of the song in its ebb and its flow.

This mountainous music, majestic and lofty,
Resounds with the thought of “The Ancient of Days."
In deep sounding measures the hills are all chanting
His excellent glory and ecstatic praise.

The mountains in color, in sound and in rhythm,
Are stretched out before us, a mystical scroll.
Theirs is a message, a song and a story.
Who hath the spirit to fathom its soul?

A spirit abides in the heart of the mountains,
No stranger to those who commune with her there.
A spirit not seen with the eyes of my being,
But known to my heart as my lungs know the air.

Today that fair spirit is bidding me listen,
While over the face of the mountain I see
Her form in a mystical, rhythmic vibration
Of colorful music from bondage set free.

I open my being and drink in the music,
My spirit is ravished, my heart set aflame.
The spirit that dwells in the blue singing mountains
Has called and has told me in secret her name.

Never again shall these dear ancient mountains
Be merely a part of fair nature’s great scheme.
Their beauty and power are part of my being,
Their spirit shall haunt me all night in my dream.

The mountains are singing! My heart holds the echo,
Of all that they sing from that mystical scroll,
Life’s music and color, its rhythm and shadows,
Are all moving on in the depth of my soul.