The mountain calls
with the gentle breeze
the plains,
with it charm and ease
Steps up
through slippery rocks
or soft walk
on flatten grass
To see the sun's smile
from the peak,
or hear the rain shower
on the plain
Only one way I must go,
I choose the steepy slope
I'm bound the upward way
I choose to climb;
I choose the mountain's call.
Nature is a great inspiration! You hear the mountain 's call and you feel compelled to answer it. Love the imagery and the concept! Superb!
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