I Really Love the Mountains

Every morning I see the mountains. Sometimes bathed in sunlight. Sometimes standing out from the mists swirling in the valleys. And I love to walk there. I meet no one. The mountains are full of life but it ain’t human. Human life is like a snapshot. It is nothing. It is gone. In tne mountains are eternal things. The little ash tree which struggles to survive, watered as the water plunges down the gorge. I been going there since I was little. Now I am big. The ash tree is the same. But she won’t give up. Like all women, she is tenacious. She will never live to die.