Poem

As misty mountains, deep in thought
Awaken on this morn,
As wooded hills and sunfilled trails
Arise in morning song,

I walk and think of things so big,
My mind can hardly hold
And stare in awe of things so tall, so colorful, so old.

And greeted under dewey pass,
A yellow bird sits near
With tilted head he makes a noise,
of welcomed heart-warmed cheer.

I breath in deep and walk along,
Continuing my journey,
But as I ponder what I see,
I feel my head start learning.

For hearts can learn of feelings,
And heads can fill with facts,
But rarely do the two parts mix,
Before we've turned our backs.

But out here where it's clear and cool,
My heart waits for my head.
The two meet up and walk with me,
Not one, but three, instead.