Mountain’s Song

People say I came to be

When fragments of earth

Collided with themselves

But

That’s always seemed a bit

Of a stork-tale to me.

.

Instead I like to dream

That I grew upward like a tree

Toward the clouds and the sun

And the stars as I was fed

By pools of melting snow

And streams and fallen pines.

.

I’ve always loved the pines.

.

Sometimes when the air is right

The clouds come down

And keep me company—

Moistening my rocky cheeks

And whispering such cool secrets,

As they rush by.

.

I would say those clouds

Are my best friends,

Though I don’t see them much.

.

Yes, it’s strange for me

To be so much taller

Than the oceans and lakes

But that’s why we often

Come in groups or pairs:

For company’s sake.

.

And though no mountain

Ever has been cruel to me,

I must admit,

That I would rather

Spend some time

With the bears and the pines—

If only they could hear me.

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