It was quite a hike up that mountain.
With no water fountain to be seen.
Oh, just let us all be.
That cool breeze coming across your face.
Many of us weren't the same race.
Mountains of great plains.
Somehow were lucky it didn't rain.
The rough and hard rocky ground.
With so much of any small sound.
Boulders of rocks sticking out at each corner and end.
All of us leaning over with some bend.
The quiet and silent music of the dead weeds.
Looking far out into the big blue sea.
The quiet whispers of the winds.
Us going fishing for some fins.
Trails from every direction going left and right.
Some of us going up that hill really can put on a fight.
Gray clouds a bit of fog going downwards.
Everything around us is beautiful there's no unspoken words.
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