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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A song the mountains sang to me

When the wild wind whispers, these hallowed hills

Reply an ancient rhyme

That mocks in quiet splendor

The haughty boast of time

The gentle prodding rains of spring

Their slepping kings awake

From naked sleeping winters guise

Their leafen crowns to take

They rise from deep within the earth

And grasp the mountains bones

In harmony their brushing leaves 

Sing summers sultry songs

In regal robes of autumns haze

They chant the long lost years

And tell the tale forgotten

In streams of heavens tears

Then when the winter wanes the sun

And crystal snowflakes fall

The music stops to listen

For the haunting coyote call

And for a while the mountains sleep

A moments rest they steal

And wait the wild winds whisper

Among these hallowed hills



Submitted: August 13, 2020

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