RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition8)

White mountains.
Beautiful white mountains so far from me are

So many dreams of climbing and reaching you

I do not fear for the cold, nor for the height, nor for distance

I fear that by my human act the day will come that you are not even here

The anguish of not looking at you anymore, destroys my heart

How I wish that the pollution ceases, and that for many more years I can see you

White mountains lumps of sugar playing beautiful with cotton clouds

Sweet and pure walls that shelter me from the seas and tie my heart.