SOMEWHERE IN THE MOUNTAINS

High on a mountain-top

Where the pine and elms grow,

Where feral winds whisper

As they pass to and fro;

Ancient mossy boulders

Watch an orange sunrise,

Far horizons change hues

In colourful disguise;

Thick swirling mist often

Arrives with the dusk,

Veiling the rugged slopes

With the fragrance of musk;

Twilight brings in grey clouds

That often stays the night,

To let a drizzle tease

Trembling boughs in delight;

Hidden blooms come alive

To let the glow-worms pass,

Waking up cicadas

As they clamour en masse;

A myriad play begins

Wild winds singing a song,

Dark skies lighting the stage,

Thunder drumming along;

Shadows wait like phantoms

Near a silvery rill,

A mystic night wonders

At this magical drill.

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