The Mountain Way

A gentle queen walked where the high summits rise,
With warmth in her heart and the sun in her eyes.
Deep in the brush, in a lonely and wild land,
She found a frail flower, untouched by man’s hand.

It drank the morning dew while birds sang around.
In it the mountain forest’s beauty was found.
She knelt by his side as each new morning broke,
And brought him fresh water before the world woke.

She parted the branches to let the light through,
And watched as he blossomed, refreshed by the dew.
She smiled at the sky as he sang in the breeze,
While joy filled the queen’s heart with a quiet ease.

An autumn wind swept the illusion away.
The queen reached for her dreams and cried, “Oh, please, stay!”
She watched as the last petals vanished from view,
Then stood in the silence and whispered, “Adieu.”

Though joy may be fleeting, like autumn’s last ray,
The queen faced the sun, resumed her mountain way.

14.10.2026

To DLP

(с) Это моя песня, никому не разрешаю ее петь или копировать.
(с) This is my original song. No one is allowed to perform, reproduce, or copy it without my permission.

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