I sing the song of my people
To the Mountains, and they sing
Theirs to me.
A beautiful harmony, when
Our voices are combined.
In peacefulness, our Souls
Are entwined.
Standing on the Mountain
Top, I let my voice ring.
And the Mountains,
They sing with me.
I smile, as I hear our voices
Echo.
Handed along to the tallest of
Trees, their own game of pass-
The-parcel they enjoy playing.
A Viking I was born to
Be.
An archer I am, by trade.
A wild and unpredictable spirit,
By night.
All because I sing to the
Mountains, with all of my
Might.
The lyrics written by my heart
And mind.
With a final bow to the
Mountains, I take my leave.
Goodnight.
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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