Up above the sky, I see birds flying,
Clouds have turned a reddish white.
The sun has set, but there’s still light,
The wind is blowing, and leaves are sighing.
The trees are swaying, the flowers close,
As the mountain stands, calm and composed.
When I look at the mountain, still and strong,
I realize its support has been there all along.
The wind is blowing because trees are swaying,
The trees are swaying, for the mountain’s staying.
Mountains give up joy and fun,
To let the life below them run.
They hide their pain deep inside,
Holding the trees with endless pride.
Though they bear the weight of all,
Mountains stand tall, so none will fall.
Beneath their strength, life finds its way,
Mountains endure to see another day.
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