Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections, Travel Stories

The Mountain Swing


She swings from the mountain swing

(Back and forth)

Keeping an eye on the valley from above

Bringing up the sun on time 

Greeting the moon when its his time

The harbinger of winds

The distributors of sweet spring scents

The bird that flies with clouds in her wings

Comes to rest on the mountain swing

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