Mountains

From the mellow in mountains to the beauty of its kind,
With the chilly breeze around the river and gigantic trees of pine,
The ability of destruction by nature to keep us as a child all time,
You don't choose the mountain, the mountain chooses you to climb,
The happiness in people with the magic in their eyes,
The bond of brotherhood unseen, with the helping nature at rise,
A wonderful journey with unforgetable memories, unseen tracks,
Mountains are really magical and have a way of calling everyone back.
The different shades of colours covering the full cycle of RGB,
To the wide sky above us with the imagination set free,
The mini goosebumps you feel, when you take a left or right,
And then you realise every step you took turned out to be a surprise.
The words are limited and emotions are difficult to express,
Sometimes things can't be written down and the journey is just felt.