I peer at mountains and they speak to me.
They claim dominion over all that they see.
They serve as foundation and nectar for trees
That in turn are havens for birds and bees.
Then nourishing fauna and gorgeous flowers
Can offer a creation with limitless powers.
On their walls forests of foliage are amassed
Giving precious oxygen consumed just as fast.
More than ever mountains have something to say,
I hear them screaming,
"Treat us better or dearly pay."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What I love about others poems, as in this one of yours, is that it tells me about the diversity of other people's life experiences. There are no mountains within 300 miles of where I live, north, east, south or west and outside my door there are only little houses that all look the same, with nieghbours that barely acknowledge you. There are one or two parks but mostly built up areas with dismal shopping parades and the roads are full with cars. What I would give to be able to talk to a mountain, sometimes....... Thank you