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Mountaintop
I sat on the mountaintop at sundown
A soft grassy, flowery ground
The sun infused the air with wild warm
Colors pink, blue, red - a perfect storm
In this natural beauty, it was lonely
For it shouldn’t be me only
All alone with such splendid power
So I turned to a tiny flower
To speak to it secretly, down I lay
My mind fluttered about what to say
I told the wildflower of my true love
We fit together like hand in glove
Now I was myself in fields on a hill
I would be there of course until
Nature could give me some answers
While waiting, grasses became dancers
Driven by the sweet gentle winds
Telling me gently how I’d been
Stirred by the same experiences of life
Each must have to successfully survive
They told me to be on my way
For on the mountaintop I could not stay
My life had to go on this day
That was that, that’s what they did say
So my life is what it is
It’s not mine, it’s not his
