A Poem. About mountains.
Snuck up on a mountain
He took me by the hand
Sat me on his summit
And we bounded to his land.
There I met the others
I shook their granite hands
But that was all so long ago
And now? They're all just sand.
But today I spoke to water
We heard each other's song
I asked her for her healing
She taught me Right from Wrong.
I listened to a tree before
He told me of the Lore
That binds each and every one of us
Stretching back to days of yore.
Snuck upon by a mountain
I took him by the hand
I sat upon the summit
And bounded to His land.
There I found the others.
There we fought back to back.
We watched the birth of a Golden Age
We chose White, instead of Black
~ A.J. Dunbar
Art: 'Mountain in the Clouds' by Jessica Rossier