These mountains take my breath away
In each moment, I feel defined, something small that takes up
Little space
Solidly, my feet stand on the ground
The same ground that these giants have sprouted from
Did they curl up like the leaves of
An emerald fern?
Or in a second
Just begin to be
Vast and silent, standing above
Us all?
These mountains are the rainbow
In a day
From the pink tips of sunlight just rising into the bowl of the sky
Down to the fiery orange of midday. The green of the trees
That cling to the ridge line, stubbornly in their place
When the light grows tired, these mountains are purple
Dyed brightly against the haze of the sky
They fade against the background as the bowl grows dark
Until the only thing that separates these mountains and the sky
Is the stars.
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