in the mountain not on it
is where the gift of rain falls
very same vault of many shaded sky
we live in might see behind
very same regulator of light in billions eyes
closing opening separate harmonics rhythms
in bent mountain
silence and forest field waters calls and moving in silence
very same messenger from was and will may be
entering the heart of every hero
which is every living thing
gift of rainfall
dreaming edge of valleys of sleep
very same vault of every shade of blue
red orange yellow indigo violet
haft of fall blade of fall
still and waving iris in tall grass
petals in every gradient of night and day
keepers in the wind in mountain trees
very same vault of threads of life
highest branches deepest roots
keepers of heroes
that are every living thing