Amy did something wonderful for me. No one has ever done that although I've been posting at various networks from time to time.
Ami here is a very small token of my gratitude. Every word in the poem is true.
High up in the mountain
The air is misty blue
There’s a bubbly spring
That reminds me of you
I leap high over the rocks
So eager to clamber
Till I can cup my hands
And sip your clear nectar
For me you’re that fountain
The headiness of height
You’re the pine scented air
The stellar glory at night
I look up at the stars
Your waters taste like wine
As I see the moon reflect
I know I’m yours you’re mine
Someone told me that there's a verse missing. So I've added it now.
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