A walk in the clouds poem

A walk in the clouds upon the mountaintops.
A walk in the sun,
looking down at the valleys below never to be forgot.
A beautiful view that lifts your heart as high the heavens,
and how wonderful thou art,
the glorious fields below,
and the water paddies and the buffalo's,
and the green fields of the slopes at the bottom,
of the mountain as we stand at the top,
and how grand the life below,
oh, such beauty and tranquillity as people stand in,
the paddy fields hard at work,
and how they plough and sow,
and how clear the view today,
and what smiles we have at the day,
and what smiles of the view that takes our breath away,
as we stand in the mountain air,
yes, oh, what smiles there are to be found,
and here as we stand at the mountain top,
there is just peace and quiet and tranquillity,
that inspires the mind and fires the imagination,
and as we look at the green fields,
and the blue sky and the clouds hanging low,
hanging lower than we are but gentle in their forms,
we bathe in the sun upon the mountain top at the dawn,
amongst natures finery,
upon the majesty of the mountain we stand,
and we revel in the heavens,
as we survey the glorious beauty,
the glorious beauty of the majestical land.

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