The Mountains Of Conviction Poem by alan brown

The warm air cascaded
down the grassy slope
As butterflies
fluttered in the warm breeze.
Bees hummed
forever about their busy day
as birds light on wing
flew in the glowing sky.
Clouds fluffy and warm
shuffled through the Summer sky
as beams of light unattended
lit up this green and pleasant land.
Hills cascaded
as the mountains of conviction grew
High above the flattened plain.
Animals ran as children played giving life
to all in this land of joy.