Blue sky above, white cloud below
Temples of rock, with hats of snow
Blue lakes i see,as still as can be
The beauty outstands,and humbles me
To be given the view,of a bird in flight
Is a honour i cheerish,with the gift if sight
Mountins so proud,they stay when we are gone
People of knowledge,guardians of song
Buffle rowmed,and wolf did cry
Still and gone
OH WHY DID THEY DIE!!
If adults where children,and saw with there eyes
Then wild animals would be stars in the sky
The end!
