
It was the shady side of the mountain that cooled them off in the summer,
And it was the sunny side that lit the way in the winter.
We met them on the north side of the mountain,
And traveled around to the south slope.
Black side, white dot,
White side, black dot,
We watched the soft and slow water move passively across the earth under the moonlight.
And in the daylight the solid-looking aggressive fire burned brightly in the sky.
LOVE this poem, Jasmine. Can we hope for more poetry from you? I do. xoA
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