Mountains

By: Alexis Parks/Junior Writer
I love the mountains
The movement in the range
My mother and I love the magic they bring
As they bring a mellow feeling
As all of the mankind sees them as meaningless
Their meaning is magnificent
As my love grows with maturity
My heart beings to melt
They give me mental clarity
As the metropolitan makes me worry
Through March or May
Night or Midday
The mountains stand mindless
Through the minuscule cracks
The life runs misguided
Men mistake the multiplicity
As the mountains have such modesty
Their message holds such mystery
As the mountains are my muse