Mountains protected civilizations ever since the beginning. What about these days?

A grass, although small, is also an integral part of this system. One should not neglect its presence.

Images in my head.

The dark hangs over me.

Poem about fall leaves.

A poem on staying in the valley too long when I am suppose to be on the mountain top.

A Thunderous Chatter.

Kilimandjaro is the highest mountain in Africa. The highest mountain in the world in Katmandu, Nepal, which is in Asia. It does not snow in Africa, but it does snow exceptionally on Mount Kilimandjaro and in some parts of South Africa.

I’m constantly falling, constantly calling, and yet something, someone, keeps me hanging on, even when I have no logical reason to. Loose Love… climbing up to that pedestal that I put her on and yet I stay holding on, hasn’t my heart been broken?

Motivational Poem.