Have you ever tried hiking in your most favorite mountain? When you're at its peak, what do you feel? What do you realize? Here's a poem to help you express your thoughts about the wonders of mountains.
I dwell in the peaks of blue mountains,
I stand in breath-taking moments.
I hear the murmurs of my heart,
I feel the clutch-withdrawing art.
I see my soul of lamentation,
I witness its mounting motion
I wander in the slopes of chills,
I feel warmth by the beauty of hills.
I inhale drops of morning air,
I exhale a breath of soul-piercing air.
I lie in the palm of its soft meadow,
I watched my life in the glow.
I started talking to the trees,
I felt freshness amidst of stress.
Oh! My mountain! Oh mountain,
My love for you I can't contain.
Your love cannot be explained,
For it cannot always be stained.
Your wondrous nature still stood
For I say, it's better than good.
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