There is a place, just up this trail,
very near the snow-fed stream,
a jagged break in the mountain\'s face
where I go to catch a dream.
They ride the currents of a playful wind
that sweeps down from the rugged peak
and there I wait, alert to the chance,
that I might hear one speak,
for I am a child of these ancient stones,
birthed by the canyons and trees,
brother and sister to the mountain lion
related to all I see.
This is my home, the source of my strength,
away from life\'s hollow schemes,
where I can rest in the mountain\'s embrace
and catch a passing dream.