I am from the sheltering mountains.
I am from my mother’s arms
and my father’s carpentry.
I am from the soft silence after laughing with loved ones.
I am from every gift anyone has given me.
I am from the glare of the morning snow
and the dancing of air from the summer heat.
I am from the roof that sheltered my family from rain.
I am from the leaves that fall when the wind forces itself on trees.
I am from the scent of her perfume
and the shadow of his brow.
I am from the guidance I follow from strangers.
-nt
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
I am from the sheltering mountains.
I am from my mother’s arms
and my father’s carpentry.
I am from the soft silence after laughing with loved ones.
I am from every gift anyone has given me.
I am from the glare of the morning snow
and the dancing of air from the summer heat.
I am from the roof that sheltered my family from rain.
I am from the leaves that fall when the wind forces itself on trees.
I am from the scent of her perfume
and the shadow of his brow.
I am from the guidance I follow from strangers.
-nt