As yet the crystal sea pulls me near
So the emerald greens let me follow
Unthinkable heights that hold the fears in their hands
How old and ancient your land
Mysteries of years wrapped dear in their core
Seasons drift by yet they hold their pride
Snow piles high an' sun beams bake down
They still stand tall, firm, an' proud
They travel the unmeasurable skies
And sink in the midst of the seas
They engulf you with their majestic figures
And hypnotize you with the view
They yearn to be in the spotlight
Yet few embrace their variety
No matter how grand they appear
Few dare to go near
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Life is a Poem
PoetryPeople sometimes ask me why I write, well, the thing is, I don't know. I write poems to express myself, understand things, connect, and just be me. So, this is a collection of papers from me, another person, trying to understand things.
