Raging rivers, cool white mist,
Rocks like blood hardened crystal thick,
Thundering fires, calm green trees,
Small white rocks turned to dust,
This is what mountains are to me.
Great green trees,
This is what reading is to me.
Trees a blooming,
This is what spring is to me.
This is what music is to me.
Cry a river,
laugh like thunder,
This is what life is to me.