You are
Like a tall mountain
Stands
Valleys at its feet
And dark forests reaching
Up
Hidden under deep snow
Or covered with rocks
Beauty resting in blue hues
Summit covered in ageless frost
While
You give
Scents of winter and spring,
(Summer being an illusion
And fall an end)
I think
Of
Streams running wild
(Amidst all)
Torrentially descending toward the
Sea
At last
Like a tall mountain
Stands
Valleys at its feet
And dark forests reaching
Up
Hidden under deep snow
Or covered with rocks
Beauty resting in blue hues
Summit covered in ageless frost
While
You give
Scents of winter and spring,
(Summer being an illusion
And fall an end)
I think
Of
Streams running wild
(Amidst all)
Torrentially descending toward the
Sea
At last
Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
