The Mountain Of Maryland Poem by Natasa To

Where Maryland's mountains touch the sky,

And fluffy clouds go drifting by,

The rolling hills stand proud and tall,

Like nature's beauty, shared with all.

The morning sun begins to rise,

Painting gold across the skies.

The whispering trees sway to and fro,

As gentle mountain breezes blow.

The winding trails lead through the green,

Past peaceful streams and sights unseen.

The birds sing songs so sweet and clear,

While nature's magic draws us near.

When evening comes, the sun sinks low,

And paints the peaks with sunset's glow.

The stars appear, the moon shines bright,

The mountain rests beneath the night.

Oh, Maryland mountain, strong and free,

A place of peace and majesty.

Through every season, come what may,

Your beauty takes our hearts away.