Living Zen Life

I hear music playing 
cars going by
not the music I knew
not the times I knew
summer in the city.

I hear birdsong
see the big mountain out
volcanic glory and grandeur
Tahoma - mother of waters -
she hasn't changed 
has stood her ground
no matter the music
no matter the town.

In a thousand years 
I and the music long gone
she will stand
peerless over the valleys 
above her spawned rivers
challenging the sky 
questioning the seas
or she will give birth
rivers of fire furious wind.
Soon soft spring breezes
warm summer skies will return.