I Am A
Mountain Flower.
I sing,
I dance,
I twirl,
I cheer.
The
butterflies come and visit me.
So do the
bees,
I am not
bothered by them,
For they
are free.
Few of them
are my friends,
I ain’t
like the rest.
I am a
mountain flower,
And proud
to be,
Without
having any crest.
I am
enchanted with the mountain’s beauty,
With the
birds flying over it.
The
mountain never gets bored of me,
For I don’t
give it a test.
A few days
back,
A lion
asked the mountain to scratch it’s back.
The
mountain gave a silent laugh,
And the
angry lion went off with a forceful huff and puff.
I am
mountain flower.
It’s my
pride and honour to be one.
For how
many flowers in the whole world,
Can be one?
The
mountain and it’s residents such as the grasses, birds, fruits and flowers love
me a lot and I love them back.
We all are
good friends,
Save that
rascal Jack.
He is a
parakeet,
And always
says to me-“Krack, Krack, Tack, Tack, Jack, Jack.”
He can’t be
my friend,
So, I don’t
bother with him,
But one day
he shall need my help,
But I wouldn’t
help him.
He must
apologize.
I am a
mountain flower,
So are many
of my friends,
But few of
us are besties,
Which we
shall be forever.
The
mountain is my best friend,
And we all
love him,
Our love
grows,
Day and
night,
So does our
unity,
For ever
and ever,
The
mountain will prosper,
So shall I,
As I am a
mountain flower,
Just
beneath the sky.
Adios!