Mountain Secrets
She didn't remember when she fell from the mountain, but she knew she was from the mountain.
Sometimes she remembered she was the mountain, but always she enjoyed her place beside the path.
The ants and the beetles and other tiny footed tickled her, which she really didn't mind. And on winter days a snake might slither up and share the warmth she gathered from the sunshine. That was nice.
But she liked the humans best. Oh, she heard bad things about them - mostly from birds, because birds travel everywhere and spend half their time swapping stories with each other.
She never went anywhere, so she really only knew about her spot beside the path.
Well, that, and the secrets only mountains know. But on warm days humans often traveled on the path. She liked those humans very much.
She liked when they stopped and rested against her. Sometimes they would open their packs and sit on her to eat their meals and listen to the bird stories or think their human thoughts.
She shared her mountain strength with them and whispered mountain secrets, but they rarely ever listened. It was the human way, so she didn't mind.
Sometimes they stood beside her and captured images. She was glad to know they carried a memory of her back into their homes.
And when they traveled with their young, this was a special joy. They climbed and played games on her. She enjoyed their imagination and their endless questions. She always answered, on the chance she might be heard.
And once in a great while when she was heard, she made a life-long friend - though human lives are short. Her friends would carry mountain secrets when they continued on the path.
Your strength runs deep.
Edges soften with a touch.
You can trust your foundation.
And if you crack or crumble, when you are worn by wind or water, no matter your size or texture,
Mountain you remain.
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This is my entry for week 10 of therealljidol. The prompt was "Take a Hike." Thanks for reading.
Sometimes she remembered she was the mountain, but always she enjoyed her place beside the path.
The ants and the beetles and other tiny footed tickled her, which she really didn't mind. And on winter days a snake might slither up and share the warmth she gathered from the sunshine. That was nice.
But she liked the humans best. Oh, she heard bad things about them - mostly from birds, because birds travel everywhere and spend half their time swapping stories with each other.
She never went anywhere, so she really only knew about her spot beside the path.
Well, that, and the secrets only mountains know. But on warm days humans often traveled on the path. She liked those humans very much.
She liked when they stopped and rested against her. Sometimes they would open their packs and sit on her to eat their meals and listen to the bird stories or think their human thoughts.
She shared her mountain strength with them and whispered mountain secrets, but they rarely ever listened. It was the human way, so she didn't mind.
Sometimes they stood beside her and captured images. She was glad to know they carried a memory of her back into their homes.
And when they traveled with their young, this was a special joy. They climbed and played games on her. She enjoyed their imagination and their endless questions. She always answered, on the chance she might be heard.
And once in a great while when she was heard, she made a life-long friend - though human lives are short. Her friends would carry mountain secrets when they continued on the path.
Your strength runs deep.
Edges soften with a touch.
You can trust your foundation.
And if you crack or crumble, when you are worn by wind or water, no matter your size or texture,
Mountain you remain.
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This is my entry for week 10 of therealljidol. The prompt was "Take a Hike." Thanks for reading.