Treading on the path, drowned in the air of isolation,
With lofty timbers touching the heaven, compelling one to meditation.
Upon nature, the beautiful creation of god.
And how it stands so still in balance, looked after by the lord.
Wintry breeze welcoming us.
Majestic mountains gazing at us.
Pebbles lie where the river once used to flow,
Far from the city din, where the plants now grow
Beside it.On this earthly throne on which they sit.
Together they make up the portrait of the master.
Hearts fill with wonder,
For the creation and awe for the master.