Mountains of Akita standing in the sun watching the waters run

Restless hearts keep moving they don’t stay for long

But a mountain never changes, keeps standing strong

Mountains of Akita hidden by the storm white waters raging trees ripped and torn

A gentle heart gets nervous, might not want to stay

But a mountain nevers falters, waits as the storm dies away

I lift my eyes to see what I never knew was there

Obvious and there’s no need to stare

Did something call my name or was it just a dream

The mountains stay the same

Always what they seem.



© Peter Graham 2016

MOUNTAINS OF AKITA


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