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Mountain

Beautiful,
I see green and brown,
I hear the whistle of the wind
the freshness as it makes me shiver
Goosebumps in my skin
natures cry
people clapping
birds singing
I hear music all around me
the airplanes up above

And here I sit
in a red bench
away from civilization
admiring the beauty
of Mother Nature.

How I long to walk further,
and deeper until I discover
the richness and treasure
of this mountain
but further I cannot go
for I would loose myself
in the wildness of it all

I thank God for letting me relish
the small glimpse
I have gotten,
of the world He created



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