And the mountains said to me:
Stall tall, stand strong.
In our shadows we’ve humbled and strengthened you.
Each summit you’ve earned.
Together we’ve weathered the storms.
Small in stature does not mean small of heart.
Pretending slightness does not serve you,
Nor does it serve us.
For we are not apart.
The scar on your left shin,
A symbol of what you’ve left, what we’ve left in you,
The blood bond that can not be broken.
Our magma core, the power of our love.
Your power to shine.
Like a wildflower growing between the rocks.
The freedom of flight in your wings, no longer climbing but flying between peaks.
With the strength of the mountains, you will soar.
A Dog and Her Girl 