POETRY
AND
DISTANT PLACE
Mountains always soothe my soul
Like the whispering spring breeze, chirping summer birds, fluttering autumn leaves, and heavily frosted late winter
Every elf-like creature and gift of nature tells the story of the mountain, playfully and merrily
As if all the happiness is at my fingertips
Wisps of mist straggle up through the hills in spring.
Hope falls and lingers among the valleys
Waiting for the flowers and grass to smile on their radiant cheeks
Mountains always remind us
To breathe the air of a fresh new start
There is a profusion of flowers
With a blaze of colour swaying in the summer breeze
The fresh water chestnuts and vegetables are hidden in the mountains
Only the owners of the mountain
Can take a bite of the flavor and savor of summer
At every turn of spring and summer
Haze tinged with green begins to veil the whole mountain
The sun sets to color the old paths nestled in the luxuriant forests
All those regrets that gnaw at you in summer
Will sink into oblivion in the tender arms of autumn
With the mountains as our companion and the sky as our abode
We are falling under the spell of mountains for aye
The winter wind roars past the boughs in gusts
Yet it also gives me a reason to embrace you
To behold the snow-capped mountains in a snow-white world
How many pleasant surprises can the mountains endow us with?
Cordially invites you to make your attendance and presence