My Dear Mountains

The wind blows from the mountain peak, I'm in the valley. 

Where you wake up to the sound of the churning river, 

And the everlasting chirping of birds. 

I open my eyes to the flowing river

And the wonders, 

Of this wonderful world. 

I can step out or walk away

With the stingy breeze against my face. 

And at that very moment, 

I am neither dead nor alive. 

I am in another world, 

Far far away. 

My worries erased, 

And my entire being filled with ease.