The Flowing Mountain


It is a beautiful mountain,
a valley of deep blue flowers,
It is a beautiful mountain,
growing grass beneath blue flowers.
A lithe twirl of wind
makes the valley flow,
flow and flow and flow
like a river on the mountain grows.
It is a mountain with a river on top,
a dream of beautiful blue flowers,
a companion of the river you cannot see,
It’s all magic,
it is still, it flows, it grows, it seeks.

Every day the wind meanders smoothly,
it stirs the beautiful river,
it is an ocean, it is the sky-
the Flowing Mountain,
forever flows,
never dries.


#Poetrymonth post



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