Grandmother Mountain
Grandmother
Mountain, so high above,
waiting,
watching, and holding us.
Whenever I sing this song, it
brings me back to the Land of the Midnight Sun. Mother Nature often whispers to me in song and story. Over the years, I have collected songs from mountains, trees, rivers and stones. These songs are such precious gifts that I always carry with me wherever I go. I only need to sing to remember and return...
So go outside and listen. Truly listen. The earth is singing...
So go outside and listen. Truly listen. The earth is singing...
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