From the top of the mountain,
I see the lush green carpet of grass
Delicately laid out for miles together,
Tiny dot-like animals grazing happily
Producing occasional sounds of satisfaction.
Beyond the fields are rows of trees
Smartly turned out, rising to the same height
Like soldiers in a passing out parade
Wearing clothes of the same shade.
Far beyond are snow-clad mountains
Shining brightly in the rays of the sun
Layers and layers, one behind another
Vying for attention of the viewer.
Standing on top of the mountain
Watching miles and miles of sheer artistry
Way beyond the scope of human endeavor
I feel too small to say anything.