We stand way up above on this mountain so high. Below as far as one can see are fields of lush green grass. On the other side is a waterfall so beautiful it can not be described. On a rainy day, the mountain is beset by storms, but once the weather clears, the mountain shines.
Through winter when snow overs the ground, to spring when flowers paint the mountainside, the mountain stands tall and proud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem