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