Today I climbed a mountain so high.
So high that I started feeling pain in my thigh.
So high hoping to touch the sky.
But still! I could hear, the women and children cry!
So high looking in the view of a birds’ eye.
But still! I could see the babies die!
And a man buying a million dollar tie!
So high feeling that I could fly.
Above the rich man, that told that lie.
As I reached the top I prayed to god to show me why.

Strong and tall
the lonely pine
rising up
to sky so blue.

The emerald grows
its beauty slow
and captures light
in solitude.

Lonesome pine
down by the sea
dreams of ships
with beams hand hewn.

Strong against
the wind and waves
the pine will sail
the ocean's view.

r ~ 7/20/14