The Mountains of Dreams

A gentle giant, so kind, so loving, so giving,

He followed his dreams, from mountain to mountain,

from country to country until he reached the top,

then, he fell violently and found the bottom of the lake.

No shoes, no clothes, no food, no mountain.

The water of the lake did not fill his thirst,

as he watched his wife and son walk way to another mountain.

His sadden eyes, filled with tears  as a child watched.

Lost at the bottom of the lake, gasping for breath,

for help, for hope of a better day, a better future,

forgotten by many,  trembling and cold,

as a child watched …

the clouds had darkened the mountains of  dreams,

jobless, homeless, hungry and no family …

as a child watched the Mountains of Dreams.

by:  Natasha Parker

 

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