Far beyond the mountains ,
In a reality far away,
Hidden behind the mist of greed,
There lay the plain of life.....
Green and wide the plains stretched out….
With silvery clouds looking down the lonely path,
The wind blew mighty and violent….
The grass bent as waves of air flatter them,
Peace is omnipresent yet lost forever…..
Shadow falls,
Day turns to night…
The moon sneaks out ,
Silent and quiet….
The wind blows again,
Lashing at the grass….
The grass bows down,
Swallowing the fury it hath….
Night turns to day ,
Life goes on….
The mountains grow,
They grow tall….
The grass stretches on,
For miles and miles without a frown….
Only the wind batters down,
On and on …
On and on….
Aha ! I see the connection with High hopes here ! Nice poem my friend ! Good stuff
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