Into the mountain I look and see, beautiful creatures, I behold and thee, with tall trees and green grass that’s smiling at me.
Into the mountain I wash my face and drink it’s fresh water, a clear blue sky gazing at the river banks, talking and laughing by the way I flee.
Into the mountain I smell the air I breathe, its warmth and coldness wrapping like wings, a feeling of security from the place I have been.
Into the mountain I run and hide, running away from pains and sorrows hiding my anguish and agony that always follow.
Into the mountain I sing and dance, to give praises and more praises to thy Divine Mightiness, A loving Creator that loves and cares for me, from flowing waters on the streams, down to the roots of thy green forest that seeps, all over it’s the green green grass that I can never keep, that praises Almighty just like falling leaves!
Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
Hey , you awesome mountain stream ! Dashing out on a playful spree Allow me to join your great journey From the sky high hills to the level of sea Mesmerised by your magical appearance My heart has always sought
I’m coasting down the mountain, I drank my way to the peak, now I’m on the descent, Freezing on the outside while burning up within, I’m attempting to take back my personal consent, This rope made up of hope has
Well and this Mountain that overlooks the Sea has always been my sanctuary…I love the bright lights of the harbor and the sounds of the waves at night makes me think now that we are many, many miles apart well
This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at
Mountain road a staircase to the sky As the early morning mist tries to fly Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun Amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun Mountain breeze that strangely never tires Whistling nonchalantly through