My Dear Mountains
My Dear Mountains
The wind blows from the mountain peak, I'm in the valley.
Where you wake up to the sound of the churning river,
And the everlasting chirping of birds.
I open my eyes to the flowing river
And the wonders,
Of this wonderful world.
I can step out or walk away
With the stingy breeze against my face.
And at that very moment,
I am neither dead nor alive.
I am in another world,
Far far away.
My worries erased,
And my entire being filled with ease.