Message Of Mountains
Message Of Mountains
When I saw from my window pane,
I saw something that was not the same,
It was the mountains which was wearing a coat,
At dawn of gold,
Telling stories untold,
And of silver at night,
It was trying to convey something,
But people said it was nothing,
I closed my eyes looking up to Thee,
I saw the mountains,
Speaking up to me,
"People look at me when look like gold,
But never when I grow old."
I opened my eyes in daze,
I saw something that made me amaze,
The mountain was covered in smog,
Reminding us our job,
To keep it clean and green and pollution free,
To fulfill the dream,
Of someone who was old,
But worthy to be called gold.