The mountain top

I can see the woods at dawn, dancing freely like a fawn

Not sad to be standing in one place, but swaying freely in lovely grace

Rushing and gushing from the top, they just flow and never stop

Two wide rivers a few miles away, fill he travellers and make their day

Little birds fly in the sky, they sometimes sing and sometimes sigh

Fluffy rabbits happily hop — all this I see from the mountain top.


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