I'm Mountain

 

How sharp does the line say I’m mountain.

The kaki tells the gray,

here is where I begin and end and here is where I’ll stay.

 

When sunlight breaks through heavy sky,

and touches autumn gold

It tells me, listen friend it's my story too here told.

 

Then falling leafs disguised as bird

no longer hid the singing thrush

I gather them where they fell  and play to hear their  brush.

 

My life but a circle wide and as deep as I can see.

Where heart’s content and cloudless joy,

she tells the story of me