Up in the Mountains


Up in the mountains high in the clouds is where I roam, among tall Pines and Evergreens is where I call home.

Beauteous skies that goes on for miles in a view, the valleys smokes with the mist and sparkle with dew.

When darkness falls on the night of a new moon, millions of twinkling stars comes out none too soon.

When the moon is up high, full and alight, one could witness all those that creep and crawl at night.


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