This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream

While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air

Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,

Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains

Cast a therapeutic spell?

The answer is freely available to anyone

Willing to venture out and sample

This boundless treasure.

Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.

Troubles vanish like smoke

In the crisp, cool air

Which teases the mountaintops.

Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly

While consuming enormous quantities

Of rich subject matter.

An all-elusive peace enters the dark,

Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,

Bringing with it freshness and light.

Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,

As nature spins and weaves,

Displaying her enchanted magic.

An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,

Engulfing mere mortals,

Sealing the lips to silence,

For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.