~ kaoesthetic

The mountain which stood before me,

Decorated with trees and ice.

I closed my own eyes,

As I found my destiny.

It's touching the sky,

Hearing its cry.

Not allowing winds to barge,

Standing tall and strong.

Sing of beauty,

it's one of their duty.

All the birds flew away,

Up into the fluffy cloud.

Leaving us alone,

The mountain and I.