Moved

This morning I saw the mountains make love I saw them embrace and caress They told me a story of love with their stillness and it moved me a thousand times

I wondered how such a story could be told in a moment not realized

This afternoon I watched the wind do a pirouette I watched it move with such grace and gallantry It told me a story of loss with its dance and it moved me a thousand times

I wondered how such a story could be told in a moment not realized

Tonight, I will gaze at the stars as they deliberate I will be a witness to their eternal blaze They will tell me mysterious stories of the past and the future and they will move me a thousand times

I will wonder how such stories could be told in prominence In their moving silence, perhaps I will realize