Some Find the Mountain's Silence Melancholy

Some find the mountain’s silence melancholy imagining the stone yearns to speak as the valley through fruit and color that the streams which bring its wetness over rock to soil leave it barren but to those who comprehend solitude it is apparent it offers the rains that grace its surface as a gift that it may breathe the odor of the apple blossom in spring and witness the demise of summer’s green through gold and crimson gaining by quietness the love that gives form to beauty the delight that holds the laughter of the vine and flower as an echo and renders it profound