Friday, 8 August 2014

Daughter of The Mountains

I am brought up in the country, in the highlands where it's green
I am brought up in bounty, in all of nature's rich
I am a daughter  of the mountains, upon which the snow lives
In the heart , in the fountain, where grazeth the ostrich
I am brought up at her feet, drinking from her bossom's gushing  milk
I am brought up beneath her, who sits the three legged stool
Brought up by her, who's gentle and guards with the hoof
Her, who's friend is the mighty Guru
I am nurtured by her, she that gestures the new world
I wake up to her beauty, crowned with a crown of three peaks
I am nurtured under her wings, feeding from the very beak

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