As I look across to the mountains
I see your hands joined together
With your offering for all to see
The wonder of the mountains coming alive
And below the Shenandoah
Snakes its way thru a patchwork of pastures
We journey on and at each turn
The master from his palette lays out another color
One more scintillating than the other
One more telling than all that I have seen before
I am enthralled
I am at peace