THE MOUNTAIN LORD

 In the far away mountains, I am,

To behold the beauty of the horizon.

The scorching sun had made its mark,

So did I find shade to my feet.

Fumes of white clouds from the peaks,

Makes one forget the valleys seen.

Cool air relaxing the bosom,

My beloved had come to thy heart.

Pebbles on the way seemed quite old,

The brook flowing, making music.

The Hillock- a strange place

Everything big seems so small.

A crazy heart that I have,

I care not for my peace.

Crickets & Hoppers seeing,

Birds & Bees following.

I've never been a warlord,

Just been to see the mountain lord.

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