Wordscapes

One mountain after another The green jagged edges Puffy clouds hither and thither Cloud around the sedges Clouds make love with high peaks Holding our gaze in awe While the lips the mountain-top seeks Wind blows and clouds withdraw Clouds are somewhat promiscuous Now they love the hill tops Soon they feel it monotonous And shift to thick green locks The hills are lost in lovely thoughts Rhododendrons are nice We try to find their lovely plots Drizzle and congealed ice Blue thrush sings you whistling You feel relaxed like sky You draw fragrance deeply smelling The musk rose laughs close by Suddenly lands a roaring sound Filling the nearby air Very soon all the silence drowned River descending there Amazingly tall waterfall Thundering and making us small _____________________________________________________________ 16 August, 2016 : For Contest : Wordscapes : Sponsored by John Hamilton The concluding two lines in addition to the stipulated 24 could not be avoided