The Majestic Mountain High

The sky got clearer, work of time is wonderful

Perfectly wonderful

And the wind was whistling

Time's cravings are strange

Ah, this flash of instinct

My brow is now knit with hopes

Like the little flights of water-wagtail

Though the chill was taunting a laugh

I lifted my dreams, raised the eyelids

The door opened ajar,

The height invited

Then I bowed my head

To the majesty that stood afore

Its crown was nudging the skies

Beseeching for a little more space

It has to grow, the sky must clear

Oh, hello, you majestic mountain high

Here’s my cuppa raised to you

For the cheer, you brought to me!