There was a mountain across the grill Long and far It stayed there still There was a rising view of colored hues And magic breeze It blowed gently for miles There was a book lying upon my desk With a thousand notes and thoughts untill The pen that wrote the mighty words Of the glory days fullfilled I sat there gazing and wondering why The cold was dark and blue The sky was mist and winter chill My eyes were painting hues I penned some words Of tress and shrubs Life living the mountain ways I made some tea With warmth and feel And a book indeed to read Realizing my ways Not all is lost His ways are still unclear He has your back All you need is to start Coz Not all views in life lead to a journey some lead to your heartβ€οΈ