The Alps was my mother
Nature was my father
The clouds were static
And my mood was ecstatic
The birds were chirping
Did not understand what what they were conveying
The snow was pristine white
Held on to my Mother so tight
She kissed me on my cheeks
Which took me beyond the peaks
Nature was in abundance
And the right place for penance
The winds were cold
But I was in my mother’s hold
I was warm
And indeed calm
The sky was blue
And the flowers of many hues
They danced to the music of the fountains
Which existed on the mountains
I was lost
At whatever cost
The experience was divine
And blessed to be mine
I was on Heaven with Her
Where I will rest for ever.
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