Way above the vast majestic peaks

Of the Himalayas,

Carrying Cranes

Upon their epic journey,

It roars.

Crashing,

Smashing,

Dashing through

The Hindu Kush,

Rushing,

Pushing,

Into the valleys

Of the Khyber Pass,

Fast, on its way

To make the oceans angry,

Til gentle seas

Release its fury.

Onto cities, and towns

It goes,

Slows,

To gentle breeze,

Kissing Christmas trees.

Two lovers,

Mittened, hand in hand,

Stand,

And sing,

Knowing love

Will last,

Through spring.

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Owain Glyn