Hidden

HIDDEN On mountain top none made a stop. Sublime solitude all around. Hard rigid rock stubborn block with wild glossy grasses and all dry feral masses prayed for noise and sound. Peak left abandoned No stone even turned Neither animals wandered nor birds ventured. Traces of human steps not found. Gentle breeze touching in gay, Sun greeting with bright ray can’t console rigid rock. It longed for sound to knock. Tiring monotony knew no bound. A team of mountaineers came to trek. Jubilant guys shout and break peace and calmness over all silence, prevailing perfect and profound. Cheerful guys played and wished to prolong danced in frolic mood, sang song screaming and clamor in joyful glamour. Noise of the crowd running too loud. Their laughter, yells yielded echo all around. Hard heart of rigid rock melted in pleasure discovering great glorious treasure, now exact time to measure. Instant responsive hidden echo in its surround 12/12/15 The Creative Collective Anthology Series Contest by Geraldine Taylor Re-edited on 02/15/20 Third Place Second Place ' "H"-Contest Old or New by Constance La France