The Mountains

I hear bees buzz as they fly past me.

The trees are standing statues.

The deer hear me walk and flee

Toward the mountains they go for

mountains are the place to go.



Higher I climb the sun getting closer.

I feel relaxed as the wind blows.

Like a baby in a cradle

The sun is a giant lightbulb

there in the sky.

It lights our world and everything else.

It gives us everything we need.

As a mother to her baby

The sun is there for us.



The top of the mountain I am at

I am a Mountain Lion, a Lion,

feeling pride in itself.

The valley below seems so very small

to the whole sky above, and the mountain below.

I stand on them all. the king of the world.

The highways don't matter

The Pollution is gone

I feel so alive in this different world



Down the mountain I go, getting

closer to the ground.

I look behind and remember the joy I felt

Like a Pig among Guineu Pigs.

The biggest of all. I saw the whole

world, the valley, and sky.



I reach the ground, the pollution is back

The highways, and buses, and

buildings so big. Its good to be

home, but the mountain is there.

And there it will be forever.

For buildings fall and cars rust.

But the mountain, oh the mountain.

Rises above all