The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock
Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter
Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms
From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies
The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures
Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock
Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter
Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms
From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies
The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures
Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me
