How They Rise Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Mountains bring peace to the heart. Well written.

Eruption of larva boiling in the bosom when turned in mountains brought valuable rocks but when it cooled it became a source of peace the most precious jewel. A beautiful poem. Nowadays when I am watching it and getting peace in the northern areas of Pakistan, camped at Islamabad, it's a well in time poem for me.

Beautiful poem on mountain and nature. We get peace from them.. wisely drafted. Thanks for sharing.

Mountains towering ahead commands awe and wonder in the beholder...! The assumption that they are trying to keep themselves away from the noise and confusion of the cities is something so rational!

Hi Nosheen, A beautiful poem on the marvels of nature... The mountains: they rise from the earth's bosom leaping (?) to entral the beholder..... And its effect on the beholder? How we lose ourselves in their stately rise, .... When you say, The mountains, how they rise the question is natural, WHY? ? Here is the answer: : : : to meet the skies, : : : and, longing for an escape from the wayward tides of our racing lives. Beautifully written... Loved reading. A 10+++

Mountains rise to meet sky and serenity is very well realized through wonderful expression of words here. Revisiting this poem values more.10

I am glad to read this poem, because it reminds me some precious and sacred words by Him.

The mountains, how they rise to meet the skies, in serenity untouched by city noise How they rise from earth's bosom, leaping to enthrall the beholder - - - - - - - - - - - - -They rise from earth's bosom to touch the sky- - - -There is strong but, calm and quiet resolution hidden in earth's bosom to touch the sky and the mountain fulfills that..A lovely imaginative write, thanks for sharing.

The mountains have that kind of effect on my too. Love them. Now that i'm living in the midwest, I don't see those mountains anymore. Miss them. I like the musicality of this writing. It is beautiful ad enthralls the beholder Nosheen. Thanks for sharing.

Spoken with a sweet sigh. How they rise, how they rise. Lording over our everyday world. Touching the sky. There is majesty to inspire or humble us as we trace and re-trace the paths of our lives. The mountains fill our view. As the folds of the rose fill our world too.