Mountain
The mountain stands.
so tall and high.
Silhouetted by the morning sky.
Children laugh.
Children play.
Travellers go on their way.
Clouds gather at its peak .
Golden treasure is what they seek.
As it moves at the dawn.
The glorious sun and the mountain.
Below.
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