Surely you can hear it if you listen closely enough. 

It whispers through the woods, 

resonates in the snow, 

vibrates deep within the ancient stone,

runs freely with the water. 

It twirls through the crisp air, 

tenderly caressing your face and tickling your nostrils. 

As dirt trickling to the ground,

it escapes your grasp, 

and leaps at you as vibrant compositions of color. 

You can hear it singing betwixt the trees, 

and gently humming throughout the surrounding giants in their majesty. 

It can be seen in the mellow gaze of passing life, 

or taking flight elegantly towards the clouds. 

Swirling through your fingers and glittering brilliantly in the ebony sky, 

it welcomes you warmly into its great domain, 

beckoning you to its most intimate places, 

its each and every heart, 

sharing wholly and trustingly its body and soul. 

 

This is the realm of liberation, 

the avenue of peace. 

This is the land of the titans, 

whose halls echo the great beyond, 

the divine grandeur of cosmic infinity. 

Here rings the greatest symphony of all. 

Here is adventure. 

Here is serenity. 

Here is friendship, 

love,

and joy. 

Connection. 

Passion.

Harmony.

 

The appetite of the adventurous soul,

reaches its repletion upon these rocks,

high above the treeline, ascended into the fresh alpine air.

Heeding the most urgent of calls, 

those of the triumphant mountaintops,

one learns of journey,

authenticity,

strength and weakness,

Determination.

 

Here the troubled mind quiets,

glorious vistas of a greater nature opened up to it,

and beside flickering flame through a whispering wood,

It is well.

 

Here the greatest joy is shared,

bright smiles exchanged,

laughs echoed,

love found,

and radiant faces beamed.

 

It’s into these wilds that the it-seeker retreats,

for spiritual revolution,

for discovery and truth,

to receive the sacred message of the eternal unspoken,

of which lost ones are found,

and the illusioned are freed.

 

It is the Wasatch Pine.