What mountain stands so tall and silent,
Towering upward to the sky,
Which eagle’s to its barren summit,
Lonely tends to fly.
Whose cavern along the rocky hill side,
Underneath hides treasures bright,
Which warrior will someday bravely
Bring the truth to light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Michelle. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.