Stop and Stare

The mountain on which I stand
Gives me view for all the land
The trees of firn and planes of green
Are of great beauty and quite serene

The water’s fall gushes beyond
And the Kingfisher sings his ardent song
In the mix of birds and water’s rush
The rest of the world begins to hush

The sun, it falls, and turns of red
Like the roses in the highland’s bed
The day is ending, and all grows still
And thus, darkness consumed the hill