A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
The Mountain
The Mountain
By: Addy Miller
There is a place not so far away
Where all stress and worries seem to fade away
The daisies swaying in the breeze
So dainty and quiet you will hear a white tailed bunny sneeze
The calm wind will swirl and spin
Warming your heart and cooling your skin
The green grass lightly touching your hand as you watch the sky
And briefly see a bald eagle flying by
The wisps of clouds going by in the wind so fast
That before you know it they’re already in the past
Nights so dark but crystal clear
You can see every detail of the sky far and near
Every star and planet in its specific place
And even the constellations lined up and bright like strands of white lace
There is also a dark side to this mountain that very few can see
It will pull you in never letting you go, never letting you free
The memories and images will haunt your mind
Making you wish you could just start over and press rewind
Wolves on top of a distant cliff howling faintly in the night
Sending chills down your spine as you stand in the pale moonlight
The winding oak trees with dark shadows in their midst
And something terrifying stalking you in the foggy mist
Some people find it terrible scary
They say only bad things the night will carry
I would say that it’s quite mysterious and amazing
Everything that happens here is very entertaining