Once there was a mountain Atop which lived a tree Her swaying arms full with oranges and greens She loved the mountain god Who trailed her shores Watched him light rainbows in the skies, Freeze waters at nights, And on occasion, rest under flits of sunlight That drifted through her leaves
I have, Since the light touched my eyes Since the voices entered my soul, I have known That the hill is where I was made to stand Why the Night, to me, extends her hand That the ocean still should be my home That I was meant To be alone