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The Flow

 

Old mountains have rounded peaks

A wisdom of passage of time

They are easy on the eye, pleasing, serene

Their lines flow like rhythm and rhyme

 

Clouds lie gently 'round the mountain peaks

They don't seem to swirl and leap

Lying soft along the quiet curves

As the mountain seems to sleep

 

Young mountain's lines are sharp and steep

Their rights they seem to be taking

They tear and rip the clouds apart

And their beauty leaves you shaking

 

They rise up from out of the Earth

Screaming with strength and might

Fighting the elements for youth and beauty

Laughing from their great heights

 

The young will learn as the old have done

That the elements will win in time

And they too shall slow and become serene

Flowing like rhythm and rhyme

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Saturday 01.28.17
Posted by Tammy Craig
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