Wings Over the Mountain

Freedom is not to be waited for, but to be taken to our own account. That is a goal and an achievement.

Over the mountain,

A white streak glowed

In the great, vast sky

The sunset reddens

With the clouds turned dark.

The not so holy night

Of crazy, wide-eyed villager

In their hands are torches and various spears.

They chant away one by one

Through the plains to the brilliant peak.

What do they know?

They know nothing yet

Of their lucky blessing. 

That godsend endowment bestowed upon their lives.

What do they know?

The feather arms of glistening pearls,

They spread out from the Heavens above

And the atmosphere is plain

A dull way but safe to say,

The people felt it ominous.

The mountain tumbled down;

An avalanche of crumbled Earth.

They all reversed ways to reach their homeland

But much too slow with their legs

The frightened villagers perished with the mountain.

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Clap, clap, and more laughs.

The mountain closed its wings

Then all remained what way

The sky was night yet clear as day.

Prisoners freed from the village age

Ran with their disheveled hair and rips in clothes

Escape so great and so finally alive,

So jolly for their long-waited liberty

Those captive can even fly and grow wings like the ones from the sky.

Giggle, giggle, giggle

Smile, smile, and more giggles.

Someone played the village

And unlocked the dungeon locks,

While picking up the burden and torment.

“Open your eyes and see the wings I will let you see.

I know you’re not blind

And neither are you sick,

So let me heal you, strengthen

And I prescribe to you the medicine, the wonder works, of exemption.

Please, no need to say anything at all.

You are quite welcome.”

No one knows those heavenly snow-coloured wings;

No one knows one bit at all

That Heaven and Human were at task

To bring a happiness to and for each other.

They succeeded in mutual support;

or once a Human made no error

And worked all out with the great upstairs.

End.