One

How high the mountains sweep to the sky…

But how low the valleys are to the eye.

Swift wind

Oh my, how it all flies.

And finds me alone,

Finds me alone.

Finds me alone.

I am not alone,

I am with the wind so swift, the mountains so high, the valleys so low.

I am the rain, the sun, the moon, the little lightening bug’s glow.

We are one, you and I,

All part of this great creation.

All alike, and yet all different,

Joining in this recreation.

When will we see

What we owe to the One

The great Creator?

Only at the end when all is lost?

I hope we will not have to wait for most.