Mountain Too Rough Paroles

Hardens the world
As the echo is unheard
The words seem to affect
The feelings - once so pure - existing

Each mountain - snow needs warmth to melt and to flow seaward

Slackens the urge
Leaves no mountain to be searched
Until the next hill looms up
Clouds the view, all memories fly

Softens the smile
Sometimes still moves me for a while
But then remembering all the
Broken mattocks, wondering why

Each river running into the sea is needing falls to flow
So changing times and changing scenes Drowned in you, to wake up so fresh and new
Thus we will climb the day