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
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Alexis is a first year creative writing and social media marketing student as she enters her junior year. Her favorite things are adventuring and reading as she likes to take her mind on adventures as well. She plays basketball and in her free time loves to spend time with family and friends. She works as a hostess and helps out on her farm as she figures out what she wants to do in the future. She hopes to be in the medical field yet is also intrigued with business; her biggest priority is to be able to work and help people. She is taking this course in hopes to use it in her future and push her out of her comfort zone.
