The Mountain and the Wind

Upon the Earth the steadfast Mountain lies,
Through aeons His purpose immutable,
For change crumbles and grinds His rigid highs,
And shifts and turns change His walls to rubble.
The sprightly Wind looked down upon the rock
And felt her free heart ache at his solitude.
“Never can one rejoice alone and stuck!”
The Wind thus resolved, “No more shall He brood!”
She then tickled, she played, she laughed for Him
Until He cheered her games with deep guffaws.
Yet all too soon the friends began to grow grim…
For keeping them apart were Nature’s laws.
The Mount stood too fast while Wind danced too quick,
The constant with the ethereal won’t last.


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