So high above clouds
A home for the sun
At dusk and dawn
Arising and setting
Behind those beautiful ranges
Steep like no cliff
High above heights
Sharp like no cone
A landscape so beautiful
Priceless like life
Painted or snapped
Home for the rivers
Soundly Flowing
Away they disappear
Off to the unknown
So high beyond sight
A wall for the rains
A nail for the Nimbus
To hang till showers
Watering the forests
Shooting all across
Like Palms at the coast
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