The Mountains
There they stood tall and wide
With the powers of snow and rain
Never they get tired
Never they get the wage
Of protecting the countries again and again
The sparkling, glittery water flows through its land
And helps others without taking anything back in exchange
It is the place of beauty
It is the place of medicine
Why don't people understand the importance of this natural helping friend?
Though they are very old
They are as precious as gold.
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