Mountain

There’s this mountain, 

Tall with green grasses, 

Trees with strong branches, 

I can tell just by looking at it. 

There’s this mountain, 

Behind my late grandmother’s building, 

I’m at awe at its beauty, 

I can’t get tired of staring at it. 

There’s this mountain, 

It’s not the only one around me, 

But I’m intrigued by it, 

The cacophonous noise of buzzing flies

Distracts me from my task, 

As I try to capture more of its beauty with my eyes. 

There’s this mountain, 

That I’m so much in love with, 

I felt so attached to it,

That leaving it made my heart rip.

-Nnenna.