Mountain Joy Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Mountain road a stairway to the sky,
as the early morning mist tries to fly.
Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun,
amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun.

Mountain breeze that strangely never tires,
whistling nonchalantly through trees and briars.
Boughs creak happily and leaves rustle,
a mountain song like no other.

Mountain stream so cool and clear,
strangely, I see two moons, is it the beer?
One above, and one below, no fear,
verily, two moons since yesteryear.

Mountain flowers wild and so serene,
snowbells, edelweiss and wintergreen.
Glistening dewdrops gingerly clinging,
snatches of sunlight set them twinkling.