Here where I live

there is a mountain.

A mountain around me

An invisible mountain.

Who will tunnel

through the rock

to reach me ?

She won't  need

anything big.

Only 

A shovel of friendship

A pickaxe of humour

A drill of kindness.

Isolated in our 

own mountains,

But of the

Whole mainland,

We are all

a part.

Some mountains are visible

and others invisible.

Will any other cut

the other's mountain?

No.

We ourselves

have to make

our own tunnel

to get out of

our own mountain

of isolation.

And reach out

to ourselves,

And

to others.

When all are free 

and dance together 

in the mainland.