Mountains...

Dealing with the issues The avalanches and volcanoes Within the mind.... As we succumbed.. And most gradually... Moved forwards Into calm Lucidity So Said the pen Dripping ink Upon the soils Of earth Of tress That grew.... With time Touching skies... As we climbed Through forests As branches grew around us And vines held us And leaves clothed us in our needs Somewhere high In the skies... A voice was spoken And we found Ourselves At one! Cleansed by gentle rains At the feet... Of the greatest Poet Who wrote creation For us....