The mountain just sat there
Every morning sun rose behind it
Casting a long shadow across the vally
Towards the evening
The darkness float down it
Waking up fire flies
And lighting the lamps
At village huts
The rain washed it
And made the shurbs green
Giving the mountain a green dress
With a stony hat
People climbed it
Birds flew over it
Clouds kissed it
Mist in the early morning
And in late evenings
Covered it like a blanket
Througout all this
The mountain just sat there
There were songs about it
There were poems
There were stories
There were pictures
People talked about it
People did love it
But no one never thought
How much, just how much
The mountain thought about them
Or for that matter just how much the mountain loved them...!
13 comments:
Wonderful photo and words!Thank you for sharing and have a nice weekend!
Beautiful capture.
This shot is balm for those of us in the "Century South" where the temperature spends most of the day locked at around 100. Thanks for the refreshing reminder that there are other places, other climes . . .
Sooo beautiful!
No words to describe the mountain's beauty, hats off for capturing it!
That mountain really has a mysterious and majestic beauty, and your photo of it is very evocative. I enjoyed your poem as well, and this line especially:
...Giving the mountain a green dress
With a stony hat
Wonderful!
Spectacular - that's all I can say about this photo. Mountains are my favorite scenery.
What a wonderful Mountain, photo and sentiment.
Thank you for sharing this.
What a wonderful shot--beautiful, beautiful. And, the poem is a lovely very good. Mickie :)
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Wonderful post and a very beautiful image. Well done.
Great shot! Amazing depth / reflection.
beautiful reflection!! I love it!
~ Jo's Precious Thoughts ~
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