Blue Mountains On the Precipice

Lofty blue mountain ranges

Are standing on the precipice,

Sending the signals to all living beings

To stop awhile, and pause before advancing,

As the path is rough and thorny, and

The downfall is imminent on the

Slightest pretext;

The silver white of the roving clouds,

Raise hopes of sparkling life ahead;

But can one look upwards on this perilous

Journey, where the difference between

Existence and oblivion is so thin, and

Often illusory;

For eternity, blue mountains will stand

On the precipice like the silent custodians

Of bright sunlight and the life in bloom,

For the moving wayfarers, never expecting

Any bolt from the blue for them.