Mountains High The Country of my Consciousness

There is only one thing more beautiful than the clouds and that is the Sun. There is only one thing more beautiful than the Sun and that is the Moon. And there is only one thing more beautiful than the Moon and that is the mountains surrounding as though encompassing the magnitude and reach of my every breath, that of the celestial essence of our very lives somehow encompassed by these stolid granite mountain people at the very horizon, the orbits of celestial spheres gracing their peaks out of the same corner of my eye as glanced upon my father or my mother, each as certainly though perhaps unconsciously sat within the comfort of all that they would survey.