The lonely mountain,

it's still while you are here,

moves when you are not there.

It wanders around,

its limits are not bound.

Its favorite place to visit,

Is anywhere it can reach in a minute.

It's not always away for too long,

because it knows you will worry when its gone all yearlong.

The mountain likes to be lonely.

It wants one thing only.

To wonder round,

when you're not around.