A snow topped mountain,
Sits out my window,
Blue as the sky above,
It shows the beauty,
And love,
In the world of today,
That hasn’t yet went away,
Without it,
This world would be blackened gray,
As the wolf that howls to the moon,
That prays for a miracle to come soon.

The flowers still bloom,
In the meadow below,
Filled with enchantments of colors,
That can never be deformed.

The deer still nibbles,
On the green enriched grass,
Hoping no danger will destroy
His young, his very last.

We people still walk,
On this land of distress,
Ghalantly walking,
Like this world is so glad.

 
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