Mountains hold amongst themselves,
in each of their valleys,
shared between their neighbors,
an air of majesty.
Sit upon the peaks, peering into unknown forest
as the wind buffs your face clean of all obligations;
carpeting your thighs with a buttery smooth gentleness
that caresses your mind into relaxation.
Regal pines strike back against
the enormous pressure at sea level,
raising up to thin the air
and to thin your worry.
Here you are lost
in the grandeur of something greater
than yourself,
but never greater than it really is.
In the valleys shared between mountains,
on the windy peaks,
the mountains swallow you up,
absorb you.
And share with you, too
that majesty.