and this much was discerned
in the light of morning
as the world moved about
their destinies and actions unknown
and the principle of their exisitence
was lost in some meaningless
rush towards what they felt was life
i chanced to glance at the mountains
and watched as fog cheeped up the side
at first seeming so like a cloud
i felt myself overcome with a sense of awe
for the cloud grew and swelled
and creeped higher up the mountain
till one could not discern where the mountain was
i smiled at this
for it was a way of nature not of men
and it was something so very special
so meaningful
for it was as if the hands of an artist
had created this splendor
i wondered then who would every know
or even if they took note
of this marvel ... this wonder
but then in passing thought
it did not matter
for i alone felt the completeness
as the mist covered a mountain
like a soft warm blanket
	Spirits 081257 2/98

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