The Singing Mountains

Driving down on an of beaten track,

As the sun blares in the sky,

Getting out of the car,

In the cover of a rock,

Seeing a bird go by,

With winds picking up,

A song starts to sing,

Me standing looking up, in place,

Hearing the most beautiful thing,

Nature in harmony,

With all the creature singing their tune,

And I knew then,

How far I was from nature’s symphony.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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