at the top of the
world is the mountain
surrounded by
roiling, thick clouds
the sun rises in
rebirth each day
a whoosh of the
wind, all it sounds
you can see the far
side of the ocean
grand depths and
great heights all the way
Life takes place,
everywhere it abounds,
such power, to stand
tall with emotion
and watch, as the
guardian, in play
each raindrop brings
thunder as it pounds
the ground at the
top of the mountain
where I dream of
standing in clouds
like the sun as it
bends its first ray
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