The Mountain
Once I stood next to a mountain, that towered to the sky,
Seems like it reached forever, as it's colors filled my eyes,
In all of my amazement, to what this mountain meant,
I put on my climbing shoes, and up the side I went,
Big trees, little trees, rocks of many sizes,
Black birds, pretty birds, animals in their disguises,
Finally I reached the top, the mountain of the clouds,
Things were so peaceful, maybe heaven I had found.
Author: Jeff Hatfield
Photo: Artem Sapegin on Unsplash
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