Dear Mountain,
You stand there, next to me.
You look soo big and strong.
But also sweet and protective.
I am here next to you and can feel your strength.
You are steady and still.
I am by the water but I can only see you.
You look at me, you are telling me something.
Am I supposed to climb your heights?
Are you my ground from where I will be able to take support to fly away for some other land?
You are my friend dearest Mountain and I am listening.
Om Shanti.
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