The Mountains Are Fine Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The mountains are fine
For all my love
Close up in sunshine
With afar clouds above
The mountains are me
Wilderness earth
Forever to be free
In their freedoms birth

Let's love every touch
A moments and while
For love means so much
In its worth and style
Let's love every hour
In the days going by
Each small tender flower
Born under the sky

The mountains are strong
In rocks and sand
Its weather rough song
You‘ll learn to understand
The mountains of afar
They give and awake
Longings from a blink star
In the evening at lake

The mountains are fine
For all my love
Close up in sunshine
With afar clouds above
The mountains are me
Wilderness earth
Forever to be free
In their freedoms birth