we are the mountains
are the
unseen, the
frosted tips of
giants veiled by fog
blankets. we are mighty,
chiselled by gods of rain and
wind, encased in glass at our icy
summits. we are the stoic foundation
of life itself, of blooming grass beds and
nervous goats traversing our rocky slopes.
we carry life to rivers through creases carved
over millennia. we are the stalagmites in an ozone
cave. we are the desired, but rarely conquered. we always have been, and always will be. we are gods.

© ailsey