Icy Melting Drops
Dad,
Why mountain has,
A big belly,
What is in his tummy?
Nobody is telly?
A fire is burning,
In it’s belly,
But greenery appears,
A hard stony appearance,
But climax is cool.
It protects our life,
And stops clouds for rain,
It produces soil,
To fertilise a valley,
And stores water to keep balance.
It seems hard to climb,
A peak of its top,
But fresh air blows down,
After it’s kissing,
The icy melting drops?
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