IWTS No. 43

I was the sound of the mountain. I was the noise of the sky. I was the voice of the children. And the water’s sigh. I was the creep of the vine. I was the kink in the twig. I was the pat from mother. And dad’s long swig. I was all that you were. I was all you’ll never be. Listen to that mountain. Don’t forget that is thee.