Upon the Highlands

Upon the highlands wild and free, I find my spirit’s harmony, The winds that dance amongst the trees, Bring whispers of the mountain’s pleas.

Each stone and brook, a tale untold, The silver mist like threads of gold, With nature’s solace by my side, I walk with pride, let fear subside.

The rugged peaks, they reach for stars, In quiet grace, they speak from afar, And in their shadow, I will stand, A humble heart upon the land.

• John Muir