Mountains are reserved not quiet:

To many things, they are witnesses–

What can we say?

How dare the clouds,

Those stalkers complain.

Hills are timid buddies of valleys:

Both inferior, unable to touch the sky:

Convinced height is pure glory–

Tell that to the fire ants

Hiking angrily.

Rivers, rivers, rivers,

Flowing rivers,

Relentless rivers:

Unfazed, unwavering, unstoppable

Riveting rivers.

Seas must be women:

Unpredictable, unfathomable, uncertain

Mysterious, mischievous-

Shores must have a great thing

For flake.

Just so one knows, these are honoraries of space.