The
  Mountains  
you have climbed.
They are lucky. The mountains
you have climbed. They have felt
you. They have had your  
thoughts many times. They had your feet on  
  them once. Some had your feet on them twice. They have
had your mind on them a thousand times. You left a breath
on every step. You took breaths that then became air. Cold pure air.
That froze your throat but you did not care. Cold pure air that touched
your skin and touched your hair. Oh the mountains you have climbed. you
love them and you love the sky. The clouds, the wind, the stars. The storms, the nights. The snow, the sun. The silence and  the fear sometimes. They fill
   your void. You love them, and the mountains mother, they all love you back