Water turns to snow and the earth begins its glow.
A blanket swaddles the earth, except cold and not of the hearth.
We animals seek refuge inside. Afraid of summer’s winter bride.
Waiting, we try to survive. Only some are able to thrive.
They are those who dealt with the froze.
They are those who find the first rose.
Up I climb, into the skies.
Spent some time as mother’s eyes.
Shared her breath, my legs they hung.
Spent some time as mother’s lung.
Into life I am born.
In this life I perform.
With this life I conform.
By this life I am sworn.
The flatland has mountains too.
You just can’t see them,
you can only feel them.
The mountains, they come in waves.
other times not so much.
Very rarely are they quiet, the mountains.
Sometimes a low drone,
other times a screaming whine.
They, the mountains, are always cold and rarely warm.
Sometimes chilling to the bone,
other times cooling sweat.
The flatland has mountains too, I say.
You just can’t look upon them,
you can only be within them.
Tall as mountains and
Strong like a boulder.
Listen to them, for they are older.
Hard as wood but
Soft as a lung.
Here is where those monkeys hung.
Deep as roots and
Old as earth.
It is to them, whom we owe our birth.
Today is a day
Like all the rest
Yet, we set it aside
As if to show our pride
To whom are we trying to prove
that as one, we think we move?
The fear inside
Tells me its all just a ride
It’s actually a look inside
Two whom are we trying to show
That as one, we go in the same flow?
Perhaps it is we
Who come from the same tree
Showing that we too can live in glee
Along with he and me
United in harmony.
That Which Runs Without Us,
Runs Within Us.
We Are But Products,
Of Our Environment.