Mountains
Mountains are shaped by events where lands crack each other, and after that, they permanently exist as mountains. Rains can drop on them, brush off dust from the stones, and take it into the soil. Winds like mountains, the resistance makes winds stronger and wiser to go across. Sometimes, the clouds hide at the top or lie in half. Mountains do not have to show the top of the triangles to claim they are mountains.
Most of the sunrises I have seen were rising from the mountains. The shape of the mountains determines when I can see the sunrise. Mountains see the sunrises earlier than me. That is why they are eternal, they give birth to the sun and take back the sun to bring it up again the next time.
Mountains see the floods and ebbs of the sea and the rollings of the clouds in and out, and people climb up and down. They are the ones who do not change when things around them develop. Mountains say, “Something changes, then you see the things that do not change.” I asked the mountains, "Do you see the patterns or the meanings?” Mountains have said that the meanings are the reasons for them to stand still: the truth remains, the kindness remains, and the beauty remains.
I wonder how the mountains place the stones. The stones are heavy and uneasy to change, so why do they fit each other and become a unit? Mountains say, "The stones exist before the mountain can be seen as a mountain. Nobody notices the stones until the 'event' makes them crake and correlate with each other." I asked the mountains, "Are you allowed to be a mountain? It makes you feel lonely and solitude. How about your mother? Is she happy for you being lonely and solitude?" The mountains say, "I take it as it is. The journey starts when I run away from my mother but ends in the condition where I see my sunrises and sunsets." I told mountains, "I am away from solitude. I see true love. That is why I see you." Mountains agreed, "Yes, that is one way to see me."
When I stand upon one, I can see other mountains. But I do not know the shape of my mountain when I am right in it. The clouds are too heavy, I think. I saw the forests and the mudded roads, and they led me somewhere I was destined to be. Would I climb up or climb down?