For Sunday Scribblings' prompt #276 Captivate
Son of
the Hills, look to the hills,
For they
know the dirges of the orphaned monkeys
And
hunted hyraxes; sorrow to them is not new
Yet,
times without fail, their peaks stand aloft
Roots of
eroded stunted trees claw at the boulders
As the
winds hoarsely whisper to caves, the tales of the hills
Are
told, of its majesties; forget not of this, Son of the Hills.
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Echoes of the Hills is all about you. I would love to hear your echo...