The mountain speaks in voices
many mortals can’t perceive
it rumbles and rejoices
rising up with every heave,
relating all the anguish
men endure to reach a peak
while scolding those that languish
when there’s still so much to seek;
it cries with tears cascading
down it’s thoughtful craggy face
unsettled by the fading
depth of vision in our race.
7 comments:
Bob, I really like this. Wonderful!
awesome..we humans still don't stop polluting the mountains!!!
keep up the good work!!!
Thanks Jo!!
Hi Rahul, thanks to you also, I'm trying!
I've enjoyed this, too, especially the contemplative mood it brings out in me as a reader. Rich with meaning, especially the second stanza (in relation to life lessons). Cheers.
Thanks SL!
This is a very beautiful poem. Thanks.
Thanks Matt, and thanks for the links, much appreciated.
Bob
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