MOUNTAINS SO HIGH

a poem about mountains, and their splendour and glory.

Mountains so high



In valleys so cold, where shadows lie,
The mountains rise high and touch the sky.



With peaks furnished with the purest of snow,
A silent splendor they show.



With whispered winds that gently sing,
They cradle dreams on an eagles wing.



Beneath their towering gaze, the rivers flow,
In a stunning dance they ebb and grow.



So let us wander, hearts held high.
Where mountains stand and clouds drift by.



In valleys so cold, where shadows lie,
The mountains rise high and touch the sky.