Mage

The mage with long cloth stands upon mountain top Below him is hundred meter drop His clothes give him shape like a raindrop Entire countryside is in his scope appearing on the backdrop His clothes cascade like waterfall The robes look that way when on his body they fall He looks at the enigma of the soul Celestial essence is his goal With hood on his head he stands like monument what he is thinking is hard to fandom Energy grows through his every atom He inhales the breeze admiring the colors of autumn He is intelligent beyond and with no reference point to fifth element yet he is free of any racism