MOUNTAIN
Gallant shine on the snow, the hills carry
Dimming silver's pride. More than what
Tranquillizers do, the ecstasy heals free
The pangs of drama. Pine trees
Standing right on the white through time
Immemorial like what world calls great men.
Top as it is, above all, its laps - cradle
To lie and rest and forget .The crevasse
Our common home where we hide
Our fear.
Unattainable we call, it kisses
That firmament. Its avalanches
Like those forceful joy hit us with love.
The formidable wall tough for foes to invade
For sure the mountain's divine grace.