The mountains look at me on a sunny day
Telling me how high they are
Drunk of greatness and work of art
They stand strong, no movement
Perfectly placed at the right position and time
It is crystal clear, all green and brown
Arrows pointing me in the right direction
Lots of green, aiding respiration
Vast and vast vastness of farmland
Soon to be destroyed by men's quest
The true beauty of nature speaks a lot
More mountains, more over head pointers
The journey is long , i wont lie
And longer journeys I have encountered
Music plays a sweet melody, rythym
The bus goes smoothly like we are hardly moving
I see it, I see it, a strange sight indeed
Snow, right there on the mountain peak
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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