Cloud-hatted mountains loom over the cold lochs
As waterfalls drop
Into cool pools.
Cascading water shooshing and rushing,
Tumbling down
Through that craggy crevasse.
The smell of pine trees fills the air
Along with birdsong and the sound of sea-waves
As firs are thrashed by whipping winds.
Continents collided way back when
To make these mountains thrust high, into the sky.
They still hang over us,
Majestic monoliths of God,
While Men continue with their petty schemes.
Cloud-hatted mountains loom over the cold lochs As waterfalls drop Into cool pools. Cascading water shooshing and rushing, Tumbling down Through that craggy crevasse. The smell of pine trees fills the air Along with birdsong and the sound of sea-waves As firs are thrashed by whipping winds. Continents collided way back when To make these mountains thrust high, into the sky. They still hang over us, Majestic monoliths of God, While Men continue with their petty schemes. What a poem! Favourite!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Elias. Glad you like this.