Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.
Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.
Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.
Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.