The Mountains Dance Saturday, April 13, 2019

The wind whistles and howls,

It runs by the surface of our hills

terrorizing the grass below.

In their desperation,

Attempting to avoid devastation,

They dodge.

Back and forth they sway,

side to side.

They say,

They yell, “We will not relent!

“The misers may be strong but we are more!”

They continue to further themselves.

Spreading their roots,

Planting themselves firmly into their histories,

They grow stronger,

The wind blows.

From afar they dance.