The mountain my father he is
Who shelters and protects
And exposes me to every danger
With parental grace.
He inspires me strength to face risks
And sense to pull my wits
He whispers of uneven weather and
Holds it till my destination.
He blocks the cloud and
Brings down the rain to serve
The trees and animals and me
Big heart he is my father the mighty.
He adorns himself in multi colour
Every time I come along
He wants me to return often
With promise of gaiety and sunshine.
Bo too loves him a lot to
Keep coming back to the hardship
This relationship is a secret one
Between me and my father the mighty.
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