The mountain grows beyond my reach, It jags up, scaling high, It's nature's tower built of stone, And sculptured toward the sky. With moss and trees and fields of green, Where deer and bears do home, With caves and trails and such fun things Through which we long to roam. What secrets lie within its paths? What joys are there to find? What quiet beauties wait our search, To wander through the pines? In silence soak in solitude, Taste the peacefulness, Among the mountains I shall go, To seek my prayers and rest.