Shame came down
Sometime upon the mountain
And graced it with a wreath
Like smoke wrapped around its peak
When the trees looked up
They were awestruck and bent their boughs
In semi-perfect bows
To greet and show submission
The clouds thundered
With an awesome sound as they clapped
And showed their appreciation
For the multi-colored bars about the ridges
The man turned to the woman,
His companion, and took her hand as he whispered
“There is nothing to be done here.”
So they walked back down.
Blinded by mortality
As man often is he failed to notice
The trees dancing and the mountain singing
In perfect tune.
And lost out on his chance
Of immortality because he was deaf
And blind and ignorant to the world
In all its glory.
No one understands that it
Has more to offer than by-products
And resources
It gives us life.