The White Snow Mountain.

The white snow mountain,

In the alps,

Stands tall and mighty,

But these are old words,

Which can’t give anyone a fright.

The white snow mountain,

In the beautiful alps.

Looks so calm and serene,

That when the evening sun falls on its rocks,

It gives a brilliant orange tinge.

It feels as if the nature lullaby’s it.

It’s an honour and a privilege,

To walk among such a majestic beauty.

But in truth,

It is God who is true and supreme majesty of all,

Who has created that glowing white snow mountain.

Upon seeing which my heart felt as it had something so exquisite and wonderful,

That it can’t be real,

It can’t be imaginary.

It’s only God who can make it possible.


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