Mountain Top Coldness
Standing on a mountain top,
Could see the entire valley below,
But could not hear sad tears drop,
No feeling for their life’s ebb and flow.
Viewing from a mountain top,
Could see the little village below,
But could not hear a dream pop,
From chronic abuse that brought the woe.
Building on a mountain top,
Could see the weather worn roofs below,
But could not hear heartbeats stop,
When death struck with its acidic throe.
Dwelling on a mountain top,
Shelter from awful events below,
Thinking about self-nonstop,
Might change if into the vale you go.
Thriving on a mountain top,
Coldness toward need can numb within,
A soul can meaningless rot,
A right and fruitful life never gain.
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