The Goddess of Mount Buffalo

Slowly, gracefully, cascading down the dormant mountain’s face,

Like tears, happy tears,

The trees,

Merely tendrils of long silky hair,

Surrounding the goddess’ beautiful face,

I watch,

Sitting peacefully,

Surrounded by the lush flora,

I can see the goddess’ tear-stricken face,

I sit there, 

Wondering what is making the goddess so cheerful,

On a day like today,

Not as sunny as the last,

I watch the birds flying overhead,

Singing lullabies as they circle the goddess’ head like a halo,

When the sun sets behind the nearest mountain,

All is quiet,

I’m starting fall asleep now,

Slowly drifting further and further away,

Dreaming of the beautiful Goddess of Mount Buffalo