A time we spent
Near your lower hills,
Your stones greeted us
And spoke to us of love,
Out of your rocks
We built a temple
To guard our union -
A child-like encounter
We never outgrew,
We played the game of innocence
On your chilled top,
Our embraced souls
Shrouded by your snowflakes,
Never shivered, never quivered,
Never wanted to part,
A game we thought we would
Never stop playing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mont taba, , guardian and protector.sounds like what a mother would do naturally.this one last till the end of time.....an ode to it? a reverence to nature.