Song Of Snow Ranges

Song of snow ranges Far from home, towering peaks and white slopes, I gaped as sun rays quietly danced on snow; Folded hands piously as mountains prayed. Some clouds glowing, in bluest sky did sail. Sun had traced patterns, myriad shape and size. Shaded my eyes, with my hand, feeling a bit blind. The rays diffused as the sun slowly climbed; A glimpse of folks, perhaps of an ancient tribe… A raven perched on far off hallowed peak; It didn't seem to move or open its beak. Heavens must have opened up while I slept, In white satin sheets was draped rough terrain. It was still, till I heard temple bell ring, Resonate through the contemplating hills. Despite layers of clothes my skin felt cold, For what I heard, had never been fore told. Snow leopard stepped out of a crevice Eyes on summit, whiskers with thin ice stiff. Winter shimmered in a mantle pristine Snow ranges sang of progress of pilgrims. Snow still soft, rolled it globe like in my hands. Far from home, I felt at peace with myself. Went on my knees, softly started to sing A long cherished family anthem and hymn.