Morning Mountains...... Snow-covered mountains,ancient monuments,a north wind that nods to us,a thought that flows,images imbued with hymns of history,words on signs with ideals of geometry..... Evening Sun..... Day is life,As the roars of lions echo,And the galloping of the antelope fade.Night is death,As the laughs of the hyena haunt you,And the bush is filled with the sounds of terrorized creatures.But between the beauty all is quiet,As the sun disappears,And the land lights up in the most spectacular display,the Sunset.... Trees at Twilight..... I wonder a lot about those trees,Why do they bear flowers, fruits & seeds?And shrivel when their foliage freeze;Then blossom in the summer breeze.Why are they cursed not to walk?Is it to be reaped by birds & bees?Do they quiver when the wind stalks?And bow when the tempest whips.Why do they crawl upright?Is it to worship the Eternal Light?Do they whimper in the moonlit night?Or just shimmer until dawn arrives.The trunks, the rinds,