The Instrument of Life

Far away I stood on a mountain Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain The beauty of the view was so powerful It made me feel so warm with the aid of its comforting wool It engulfed me with the feeling of freedom Embroidering my thoughts with memorable gnomes That rush along sprinkling love and shelter Offering rides to the lands of glory Far away I stood on a mountain Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain Pondering at the creatures down below Enjoying the cold refreshing water's glow Deers jump from one place to another Feeling the breeze that flew with its mother Fish swam so wildly and cheerfully As they dived so de lightly Far away I stood on a mountain Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain Remembering monuments that once passed Once again they climbed into my mind Sights of these peaceful views review many memories Hidden beneath the dust of desired pastries They await to be released again To play a screen of old times in their den Tunes played in my ears Whispers appear in the rear I shed a tear as a smile scarred by Leaving traces upon my face's lullaby Unto the pond I dived Within the whiteness of the river's stand Far away I stood on a mountain Looking at the valley's scurrying fountain Wind hugged the stones of the magnificent That held me high into the sky's crest All the factors that add up to that sight Are, in fact, sculptures of emotions revealed to the bright They are the instruments of life....