Views made majestic

       So beautiful was the breeze through the
mountains. Holding the majestic views. Absorbing such
wonders of classical countrysides escaping into my
memory.

       Oh how soothing the rain became as the fog
overcame the tops. Softly the whisper of thanks to
Jehovah for the painting stained in my mind.

       Carefully tucking away the view for another time.
Still no chance to take any photographs of the
landscapes seen. Oh such delight in knowing I must
make the trip once more, this time making notes
of the simplicity of rolling green hills, livestock
stationed upon sidewalls and laughing treetops of
light greens and purples.

         Still I will dream of a time when I will be able
to walk those fields. Oh how it reminds me of the
wheat growing along side the road towards my
Grandparents' house. Ah ha I used to call it the
"Field of golden suns". Such beauty of the stalks
waving in the wind.

        Simple smiles set widely across my memories,
my face. Oh such wonderful glory Jehovah gave me
even then as a child, and for me to recall now.

     Happy I am as I step in the puddles at a stopping
point in my trip. Just momentary joy of laughter. Do
you hear me?

     Listen if you can. You may just feel those breezes.
Hear those silly laughs and bring smiles across your
face knowing I am coming home once more.