The Mountaineers

Upon a sunlit jewel
cut by sky,
we find our brotherhood,
discover ourselves
and for what we strive.

Amongst the blue ice ravines
wild and high,
we find our hearts, our spirits,
and what it feels like to be alive.

Over the green plains
and blue space sky,
our unknown pilgrim 
hearts take flight.

The mountains become our bones,
broken then strong,
the wild rivers flow through our veins
and our souls sing the Earth´s song.

The wind and clouds 
caress the brow,
and the host of silent
peace is now.

In the high meadows
the overflowing sunlight,
charms the eye, the air,
as the wood sorrel blooms
and the Earth is fair.

The scent of jasmine
softens the frosted beeze,
and the blue opal moon rises
aloft the mist of breathing trees.

We drink the pure air
for all its worth,
and fill our hands
with the living earth.

As the sun´s mighty chariot rolls
and burnishes silver and gold,
the wide plains, where the wild wind roams,
along the mountain streams
and through caves and coves.

With courage against the 
thunderous storm, we go on,
fall, but rise, into the beauty,
the wilderness, to thrive,
euphoric, alive, to greet 
the sun´s light and touch the sky.

And dark death dare not take us.