Mountains

My summit like a steeple pierces into the soft cloudy heavens Therein an aerial view gives me unmatchable stature and grandeur When you come down to trek through my glades and lush valleys You unknowingly become a part of me and we merge into oneness Come and bag all the treasures you find in my nooks and depths I am an amalgamation of every beauteous wealth you perceive They have been preserved for your hungry eyes since aeons Not one rock, blade of grass or exotic flower I own in my name You look forward to visiting my ranges to soothe your eyes The serenity of my wooded heights will calm your tense nerves My veiled waterfalls and blanketed snow peaks have enthralled Poets and writers to laud my mountainous beauty in their fair works In my sweet meadows you spirits will elevate and Surge with joy at your escapades from the daily grind Clasp me in your arms and your lonely heart will fall in love With the simple naturalistic pleasures, unmasked of artificiality See how the sudden gusts find solace by resting against my shoulders Their tears burst through veiled waterfalls flowing into gushing streams Even loud cloud bursts fail to blemish my breathtaking acres For everything comes back with fresher looks and our lives rejuvenate July 12, 2016 For Julia Ward Mountains