Poem: Between the Mountains

Between the mountains row by row,
The frosty winds of winter blow.
Crystals dance in cloudy skies,
Never known to any eyes.

Beneath the mountains high and steep,
A dragon snores in prolonged sleep.
Hidden in caves no man can find,
Dragon's just myth, in mortal mind.

Atop the mountains far abound,
None but wind let out a sound.
All is buried beneath painful white,
Shining bright in the dim moonlight.

Between the mountains proud and haughty,
Is an evergreen forest within a deep valley.
Where freezing winds cannot flow,
Where lighthearted is the snow.

There is much between the mountains,
Where men care not to go.
There is much between the mountains,
That we will never know.