The Fountain Made By You

Aliaksei B. Munick, Writer

There is a mountain

 

Where lays a fountain

 

Always crying

 

While the birds are flying

 

On that mountain

 

There lies a lion… 

 

roaring loud 

 

While an eagle… 

 

is soaring proud

 

On this mountain

 

On this fountain

 

There are no lies… 

 

and nobody cries 

 

For it is new

 

Covered in mountain dew

 

Made by you

 

And cannot be moved