Things don't grow
On the tops of mountains;
Instead they flourish
In the valleys.
The grass green,
The plants lush,
Vibrant & colorful.
They tell of life,
Rich and full.
They are evidence of seasons;
Hot & cool,
Wet & dry,
Sunny & shadowed.
Yet here life flows;
No land is barren
In the valley.
3/7/2011
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