Rocky Highland
To these swinging trees with a sound,
rays of light, sloping meadows, glades,
cold, humid walls of cooling shades –
to denizens of the land.
Flowers hugged in the boulders’ rift
with wind shaking stems of herbals,
evoked thoughts beyond words –
passing slowly with a tram lift.
Talus to the peaks and mosses,
next to trees, huts of logs, grasses,
sparking beauty, cozy hamlets.
Bonded with life and harmony,
man to ponder nature’s glory –
fecund valleys, tarn-eyes’ streamlets.
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