Climb the mountain peak,
Ancient and wise,
Its head adorned
With a white crown—majestic, supreme.
Each plant and wildflower whispering tales,
Mysteries of eons, of dreams that sail.
Ascend its heights, and you shall see,
The vast expanse of eternity,
Unfolding before your divine gaze,
Bathed in glory, ageless, ablaze.
It breathes from the sacred, eternal well,
Its song resounding, a melodious spell.
The mountain's soul—a mouth organ grand,
Echoes the spirit of the Supreme's command.
MyKoul
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