Brown capped mountains
I looked around with my innocent eyes
a sheet of shaded blue with pearl clouds
a golden shield and scattered swords
a lush of green all over the perfect cone.
That terrain I ne'er forget
when asked to paint my environment,
Three crayons I shape and shade
on a clean rectangular page.
Called and forced to move
to a greener pasteur I drove
packed, but before I go
let me peek on your awesome view.
Back with the jaded psyche I pray
see I may, your classic beauty
with my sick eyes from shades of gray
standing mighty around the city.
Took three colors I used to draw
didn't I pick the right one I know
for long time lime stops to grow
mud shade prevails from peak to low.
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Poet found love in hitting the mountains peak. But sadden by the continuing illegal logging activities.