By Gauri Sharma

The mountains
They signify something, don’t they?
They signify the movement of life,
The life which never stops,
The life which will continue to flow no matter what,
The huge snow capped peaks,
Speak or rather whisper to us beings
The whispers of an unspoken truth, a truth which only the being who cant speak knows,
But if one could talk to these beings of silence, their words might be teachings to us who speak,
like the sun rays that escape the mountain peaks and spread light to the darkest corners of the forests, show that hope is everywhere,
us wandering souls, just have to look for it,
the tiny bird, that seeks to fly high in the sky shows the will of the tiny being up so high,
The trees in the dense forest wish to give home to a traveler who has been deprived of shade or a place to rest or a place to call home,
only if us beings of words could learn from these creatures of beauty,
where one could be at peace, 
without any worry of the tomorrow that might not be,
lets us all close our eyes 
and trust ourselves,
for a present so bright that even the future is seen at sight

Written with love and guarded with care