A quickly running creek
Leads to the bumpy route
Where din of drums and flute
Unfolds the snowy peak.
The tips of alpine firs
Part in a graceful way
As if in a portrait
Of artsy amateurs.
There giant lonely stays
With hilly lifts and falls
For down the mountain walls
Are only high cascades.
He rules over terrains
Meeting the first soft snow
And when the cold winds blow
He holds them in the chains.
With first few touches of spring
He puts on floral suite
Trees bloom at his old feet
And life thrives with a zing.
The mountain lonely stands
For more than thousand years
Guarding remote frontiers
And fending hundred lands.
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