A breathe- snatchingly sublime lyrical climb. Its melodious branches touching. Its limbs tenderly miraculously enlivening broken or curved spines. Causes tears to weave heart’s canals floating forth on sorrow’s song– multi-faceted tones blended harmonious; strong. O how the baby birds mimick a parent’s strum on hope’s chords brought by cruelty’s long run. Stress-laden lids wonderously … More To the Highest Mountains