It's raining in the mountains
Still the sun is shining bright
And the stone titans sit there watching
In the stillness of the light
The trees they blow in rhythm
Bending to each breeze
Never breaking, only bending
Like praying children on their knees
The raindrops hit the rivers
Nature's teardrops make a crown
And only in one's imagination
Does it truly make a sound
It calls to the heart that is open
Ancient wisdom it does share
And it seems that for a moment
There is magic in the air
Yes, it's raining in the mountains
Still the sun is glowing bright
And the titans sit there shining
Like armored knights in delight.
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