As the last thread of darkness bids farewell,
it took a swipe at their peaks,
A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket over
their faces and swiftly leaves,
Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s first
golden rays cascading warmth all over them,
Giant guardians of the earth, through it all, the mountains stood in silence,
Dawn by the Mountainside, both beautiful
and harsh, taught me a lesson in ...
