Here in the upper reaches of the mountain
We rest on a sun-baked rocky slope.
How the continents must have heaved and clashed
And gentle water coaxed the valleys.
Once upon a time.
Now we see the land below
The trees bunched like tightly woven wool
The houses and paths and cerulean lakes in miniature.
In the silence a lark twitters somewhere.
A strand of breeze brings the warm scent of wildflowers
And the essence of time.
~
We rest on a sun-baked rocky slope.
How the continents must have heaved and clashed
And gentle water coaxed the valleys.
Once upon a time.
Now we see the land below
The trees bunched like tightly woven wool
The houses and paths and cerulean lakes in miniature.
In the silence a lark twitters somewhere.
A strand of breeze brings the warm scent of wildflowers
And the essence of time.
~
I too am on top of a mountain. Enjoyed the poem! I too many times wonder how the continents would have created such majestic mountains! I will be writing soon about this on my blog. Do visit it! Best wishes!
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