The mountain speaks

The mountain speaks, its echoes call so high,

Drawing birds from near and far the sky.

Its sublime voice escapes the sky’s vast hall,

A  rainbow drawn as the sunlight falls

Carving a path and reconstructing meadows deep

Through the  riveting steep.

 And yet energy flows, relentless and great,

 Adding joy while sorrows abate.

In  every villager's hearts, a wound is stirred,

Where humble hands with  decorative pots immersed.

 Whisper of the mountain is heard,

Guiding the hiker’s heart to the height’s preferred.

The heart of the forest, wrapped in green lace,

  disburses colors itself in wonder trace.

A life of canvas, bold and radiant,

 Outshines the weight of grace and remorse.

 creating our bond with nature more reliant,

  Striking beauty with its divine force.