In the land where man's hand has never touched,
the wind caresses the trees,
a great hand plucking its vast
harp.
The thrumming creek
offers the rhythm,
laughing and dancing.
The birds sing out in harmony
intertwining with the joyful, gentle
melody.
And the mountain stands
as the majestic maestro, bringing together
windwaterlife
unifying them.
And oft times
I join them, at the foot of majestic mountain,
and lose myself in the whole, becoming
windwaterlifeI
filled with gentle bliss
free from
the hectic world of men
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