Mother Mountain
On the trail We become,
Wanderer,
Remembering the grace shared by the ever changing faces Mountain reveals.
Two feet do not fail me.
Our hearts endure trepidation, to ascend the deep roots carved into a mountain.
The mountain simply holds us, our becoming, in the heavy fallible parts diluted with sweat and tone.
Laughter overcomes,
Complete awestruck,
To witness with our own eyes the vast views only achieved by honing our inner strength.
It is moments on the mountain we earn by loving her so.
Katie Vaino
Uniquely your own, however, I hear the whispers of my sister in your words ❤️
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