From the mountain’s peak, the world unfolds, With valleys deep, and stories old. In every whisper, a tale retold, Of love and loss, of magic bold.

The clouds drift by, a painter’s hand, In shades of blue, across the land. Nature speaks in a language grand, For those who see, who understand.

So let me wander, let my spirit soar, In fields of wonder forevermore. With nature’s beauty at my core, In her embrace, I will explore.

• Andrei Bely