Quiet
Cloudy skies,
Rainy days,
The land clear and beautiful,
The mountains rising up high,
The clouds touching their peaks gently,
Hiding the biggest of them all.
The grass is green,
The wind is blowing harshly,
The flowers sway in the wind,
Snow covered mountains,
Hot days in the sun,
Nothing seems to move the snow,
The heat like a gun to your head.
Clouds drifting towards you,
Only to be replaced with more,
A never ending circle,
Will it ever stop?
Let's hope not.
Evergreens poised proudly,
On every mountain and hill,
A dark silhouette against the whiteness,
Of the clouds filling the air.
As the sky darkens for night,
The hills become quiet,
Welcoming the night.
Rainy days,
The land clear and beautiful,
The mountains rising up high,
The clouds touching their peaks gently,
Hiding the biggest of them all.
The grass is green,
The wind is blowing harshly,
The flowers sway in the wind,
Snow covered mountains,
Hot days in the sun,
Nothing seems to move the snow,
The heat like a gun to your head.
Clouds drifting towards you,
Only to be replaced with more,
A never ending circle,
Will it ever stop?
Let's hope not.
Evergreens poised proudly,
On every mountain and hill,
A dark silhouette against the whiteness,
Of the clouds filling the air.
As the sky darkens for night,
The hills become quiet,
Welcoming the night.
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