The mountains are quiet like a lonely man; they speak when disturbed by the movement. Their huge peaks create attention; stones fall like melted cream. Dear mountains, you call tourists from afar. They search for your uniqueness, you make men travel to see your boldness because of your firmness.

Oh how I wish men were like you. Your looks terrify us, you look at us and wonder how we are going to reach the peak. The fellow peak invites us like a call from a king. You surprise us every time we see you. Trees admires your masculine character; they touch you and you let them.

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