Tall and proud, reaching for the sky,
Alone and unique, the Mountain stood,
Lofting over the clouds.
The River down in the valley,
Fell in love with him.
But rainfed and non-perennial
She could see him only from afar.
He was rugged, lifeless and cold.
Ignorant of the river,
So she turned bold.
She found it hard
To climb up his steep sides.
But to reach him was her aim,
The River tried again and again.
So she turned herself into rain,
Drop by drop, she reached his terrain
Turning herself into snow
For his majestic peaks.
She decided to entwine herself,
Adding life to his greatness.
So she turned into a stream
And soaked him in her love.
The trees grew thick,
On the stone cold rocks,
The Mountain had life,
A gift from the River.
Grateful in turn, year after year
He stopped the clouds
From taking her away.
And every time he stopped them,
They rained her love on him,
Turning her once again into glaciers
That made him a source of life.
~ Suranya
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