With The Mountain

The wind traveled through woods Making its own presence of happiness No one is trying to disturb My journey that somewhere planned I can judge my own in ways No one dared to make obstacles I can massage the great trees And avoid the fighting there upon In the way there it feels an obstacle It was the mountain that stood in tall Here the wind tried to play a trick Telling the story of the events in ways The mountain was amused to here the story Slowly the wind passed the mountains Hoping the smooth sail in other side.