Joyful singing fills the air
Sun rises over ancient farms
Birds chorus together with a happy song
Flying from tree to tree, and skipping branches
Under a cloudless blue sky
Glowing yellow rock towers above,
Many faces overlook the bustle below,
Expressions worn with age, and carved silent gesture
Great stamps of eras gone by, etched in solid rock
Locking centuries in their great rocky forms
An eagle cries, calling to its young
Wakes the mountain to life as huge rocks
Hold their heavy weight in perpetual balance
Great majestic beasts, locked in stone
Brought to life through bright rays of light
Colors of sunshine fill a hollow cave
Where Bushman paintings reveal their story
While the seeing eyes of stone creatures,
Roam endlessly over scattered rocks
And stare ahead, eternally observant
Heated white pebbles crunch underfoot
Reaching ahead, clutching at the sky
Till at the summit, silence like thunder bellows
As Yellow Mountain beams its timeless welcome!
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A lovely poem that captures the wonders and beauty of nature. Compelling imagery.