Oh mighty mountains! You make me seem so small,
I stare at you in awe, whilst you sit out there so tall.
I wish that I could be as immortal as you are,
But I am only human, I cannot be at par.
Our Guest Writer Yangchen Bhutia shares her love for the mighty mountains..
Tell me how it is to witness everything,
From adam and his eve, to every human being?
You must have seen many kingdoms rise and fall,
Concealed within you, the secrets overall.
You have withstood all storms, quakes and slides,
And yet your calmness simply overrides
All the tragedies that you have borne,
In all the centuries that are bygone.
As we tread upon your bizzare trails,
We feel so detached as your charm unveils.
It really does feel that all things material,
Are mere illusions and only but trivial.
From woods of oak and acer, to that of spruce and fir,
To the scented scrubs of rhododendrons and juniper.
As we climb higher the views are manifold,
From broadleaved to alpine, what a sight to behold!
Higher up we see the greens give way to white,
With sunshine on the peaks, shimmering so bright.
Even as you hide behind the mist so soft,
You glance through the haze as you soar aloft.
Oh mighty mountians! Never have I seen,
A sight so delightful, a scene so serene.
I fear not for loss of this serenity,
For I know you will prevail till eternity.
So true, so true…I completely feel with you. I was born near the ocean and its roar & its might still ring in my ears though I have been away from it for years. One of my children born in the snowdrift of the American midwest, loves snow. Then lived in youth for years near the Himalayan foothills. Whenever I mention my thirst for the ocean, he expresses his longing for those mountains – As the ocean is to you, so are the mountains to me, and I know you will understand. thank you Yangchen. And what does your name mean, if I may ask?
Thanks Lalita! I love the oceans too…the waves….the horizon…the waves….the wind….it’s amazing!!
Nature in itself is so spellbinding be it the mountains or the seas! I’m glad u share similar thoughts as I do ?
My name is a Tibetan name and it means “the sacred one”
Thanks again for the comment!
Beautiful, beautiful Yangchen. I love the poem. The mountains are mighty and mysterious too. And so many secrets they keep in their hold, of people and history and so much more. They’ve seen them all. If only they could talk, so many myths, so many beliefs would simply vanish and we could have a saner world. Thanks for taking us atop the snow-filled peaks. 🙂