What do you do when the mountain has become a part of you

When the motions of the earth bring change to the stratisphere

Where the body aclimates in unison

Where the routine of oneness has only the notice of irregular change

While growing weary is only toward the end of season

Joy is renewed at the next season's beginning

Where Buttercups are the first to blume

Where the springs rise from the earth

Where the Eagle ridge soars

Where the Turkey stroll through in the mornings

 Where the  Deer drink from the trough

Where the evening Sun blast its beautiful light upon the Pines

 

 

Where you know all the wild apple trees and they have become your friends

Where i've clung to the cliff side only to have my brothers have to form a chain to reach my hand

Where  kytes tangle in the trees

Where their branches like  staircases make climbing an ease

Where the view of the river snakes through the mountains

 

Where I had my first kiss

Where I raise our children

Where I gave my last kiss to that girl that who is now a woman

Where I have had to learn to let go and trust in something more

Where the perspective of the child upon the land is seen through the eyes of now the man

Where the wild share this place called home