On the Brown Mountain

by Pragun aged 12

We reach the top of the mountain.
It is as brown as wood from a tree.
My Labrador sits on the peak.
We can see hills below covered
With green grass. My dog feasts

His eyes on this vision. He is
Just enjoying the fruits of his hard
Work. Maybe even I should follow
His example and enjoy this sight.
After all, I worked very hard to reach here.

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