To the Mountain

On the mountain top is where my love is

With his head close to the clouds

His thoughts above and beyond

Seeking the heavenly realms than the blue seas.

A follower to none though followed by some

He talks to fellow people on other mountains

Unmoved by strong winds, he enjoys the breeze

He catches the moment to soar higher.

I am not like other mountains

So independently majestic and strong

Oh am I like that little tree, little me says

That sits on your mountain top?

Not like a little tree, My dear

You are more than that in fact

You are the river that runs through the mountain

And that gives me life.