I spoke to the mountain and valleys to ask, do you even know my name or remember my past?
I spoke to the mountain to simply confide, all the insecurities and sorrow I continue to hide.
I spoke to the mountain and pledged my life’s key, and the mountain replied, “But do you know me?”
I stopped in my thoughts, as the sincerity I caught, the question was a blessing with a lesson to be taught.
I kneeled to the mountain, my eyes full of tears and the mountain boldly asked, “ My child why so much fear?”
I dipped in the valley and spoke to the stream, and replied to the mountain life is a horrible dream.
The mountain erupted with pink stars and blue moons then told me, “Child don’t fear my plans are never doomed.
I shot to the sun as I whispered amen, and floated on the clouds as I began to dance.
The mountain was a God I cannot explain,
but the spirit gave me what I needed and definitely knew my name.