Beautiful mountains raised and lifted up to the sky,
The majesty and magnitude of massive hills to the eye;
Beautiful mountains, how majestic is you're grace, awe and power,
To know how you got there and really just how old you are.
Beautiful mountain are a splendor to behold to the eye,
Where the mountain tops and peaks gracefully reach the sky;
Of place far untold, overseas in countries only dreamed about here,
When at home we have our own, but whose height are in demand elsewhere.
Beautiful mountain, how I love to climb and try to reach up to God,
Where buildings are dwarfed by scenic alps and people look down from;
As if the mountain air was cleaner and fresher to take breath,
Where inhaling native flowers that grow up high, which will wilt to dwindling death.
Beautiful mountains, you really have to take a chance to rise up high,
Where the air is thick and thin and you are dreaming you can fly;
To take a look from the top out across the plains and valleys below,
To a place that the streams will run down to go so slow in flow.
Beautiful mountains, I ask you why you will ever take my life,
Where the snow capped peaks have beauty but danger in every step,
Like the altitude is believing it can sit and stay there on top,
When my heart is beating slowly and lungs breathing every breath with little strife.
Beautiful mountain, you are the glory of the earth,
And the treasure chest of the worlds beauty of all you're worth;
And I love you from the bottom of my heart to top of my head,
Where my soul is nearly all consumed in the mountain beauty dead.
Signed,
Eternal Heights
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