Every mountain tells a story.
Every story has a song.
If we listen, if we’re still,
We will hear all nature sing along.
The chirping of crickets, the cooing of birds,
The magic of the mountain, waiting to be heard.
The scent of the berries, the misting of the dew;
So much is here in this peaceful solitude.
We have our own mountains to climb,
Both known and unknown;
Different destinations in mind,
Yet one common goal -
Climb!
Our laughter, our joys, and our tears,
Our lives through the years,
The memories we share as we climb
Will last throughout time.
When the mountain tells its story.
When our hearts join its song.
When we listen, when we feel,
We may hear and learn to sing along.
by Briana Gresko