Blue mountains so high,
the clouds lie with me,
we laugh at the sly smile
of the rainbow you can’t see.
Blue mountains and I,
tired after a snowball fight
lit a bonfire and then
invited all the stars in sight.
Blue mountains can cry.
The rain that slapped their ground
has gone and left behind
silence with a deafening sound.
Blue Mountains don’t lie.
Our snowman has melted away,
the oceans look dark and angry –
plotting as the skies turns grey.
Blue Mountains did try.
Bruised, never broken –
with courage they faced
the truth that had spoken.
Blue Mountains goodbye.
Leave us something to remind
of how we faltered –
so please leave your soul behind.
Blue Mountains won’t die.
Lived a life we couldn’t survive –
peaceful and dignified,
in my heart they are alive.
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