Mountains in the sunshine
- lots of colours coming through
the wood, the stone, the ice so fine.
an old story will become true:
at sunset the rosegarden as holy shrine,
red light calls the spirit-crew
banned in rocks, in snow and wine.

Mountains in the moonlight
- elves and faes dance round and round,
whispering in the fairy-night,
creating a mystic, magic sound.
The bodies shining bright and white
in harmony only can be found;
they invite you to a fairy-flight.

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