Shrouded Mountain

It thrives
A mass of
Dense overgrowth
A strange place of
Whimsical
Secret
Jungles
Filled with exotic creatures and
Sights
That will never be
Seen
A graveyard for
Life that ends but
Always rises
Again
By the next sunrise
An infinite
Rare
Circle of compassion and
Selflessness
Of giving and not
Expecting
Anything in
Return
The hilltops hum a
Mysterious
Melody
Notes haphazard and
Meaningless in the
Light of day
They drip out from the sky
Above the
Mountain
Much like a steady
Drizzle
But at night
The hums crescendo as the
True concert of the
Forest
Begins
A marvelous
Beautiful
Symphony
Sharp and long and sweet and
Sour notes
All blending together in a
Peculiar
Enchanting melody which
Dances through the air
On an
Evergreen breeze
Life and magic and music
But
It all ceases
At the foreigner’s footsteps
The observer will only
Hear
Silence
Fooled into believing
The absence of sound
Is the hidden beauty to be found
Within the heart of the
Forest
When truly
It is because we are not
Worthy to
Be a part of such a
Brilliant song
So
All will go past
This forest
And what they will see
Is a
Shrouded mountain
A distant
Curiosity
Never to be
Appeased
For
This wonderful structure will
Forever be a
Mystery
Guarded by the
Immortal sword of
Time

-Megan M. Phillips

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