Hidden Mountains

Many hidden wonders in the cold mountains lie,
When the moon shines, water gushes clear near by.
When the wind makes a blow, thin grass sways and waves.
Flowers of snow on the bare tree near the narrow cave.
The blue sky gives a good blanket,
Happy with a stone as a pillow,
Thin grass as a matrass,
Bare Tree my good fellow,
The moss is slippery, but no winds blow
I sit still and silent under white clouds
Some birds cry their louds.
Not even a lone hiker can be seen up here,
My steps are safe, i adhere.
Piled up, the snow grows behind my back,
In the maze of ravines I searched for a place
Bird paths, but no passage for man,
Some stones fall the hang.
Light wind drifts into a hidden pine tree
I've forgotten how I got here
New realisations and thoughts without fear
I like a good look at things
Suddenly my eyes are misty with tears
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Text: Christina Schwalbach