The mists on the mountain
The eyes glow picture it in the mind
The slow floating of the white mists
Like reaching to the lowland
In the morning rise
The fresh air of windy whirring
The leaves dance with rhythm
The dream of joy in the mind
The swallows flying in the sky
The fly of freedom
Nothing to worry
It's nature showing us the way
But men are beasts of prey
They don't see the good of it
They will destroy the natural beauty
They only think of profits and wealth
The mists on the mountain
Hope is still in our lives
We may change our outlook
Nature is the umbrella to shade us
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