the clouds hang over the mountains <br />the mist over the trees <br />and our huts are hidden in the moving fog <br />that stretches over our seclusion <br />most days; <br />on a good day when the sun <br />regains its strength <br />we see the mountains <br />and there is clarity in our hearts… <br /> <br />and so are our days spread <br />like the trees and mountain ranges <br />over this enduring earth<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mountains-in-clouds/
