Mountain Solitude High upon the crags I stand, where the eagles dare to soar, clouds cradle cliffs with tender hands, and silence reigns forevermore.

Below, the valleys tapestry, a patchwork quilt of green and gold, in the breath of wind, a mystery whispers softly from days of old.

Nature’s solitude envelops me, a lover’s bosom, vast and deep, within its arms, I feel the glee af life’s transient blessings, sweet and steep.

• Thomas S P S Munch