When Mountains Move

Two mountains that stand high above my fields,

Sheltering me, shading me, shielding me,

Mounted over me, the green valley in between them,

Who always stays grassy and humble, and free

Some days the sky’s icy flakes fall on my mountains,

I understand they mean not for this white coat to gather

So regardless how much snow piles on their rocky slopes,

My velvet plains know, they need not to let this matter

But what happens when an avalanche hits?

And the cumulation of snow comes tumbling down,

Won’t I, be the valley who takes it all, too weak to withhold,

Afraid that if more plummets I might drown?

And what will happen when this snow melts?

My mountains may recover high and dry, ready for more to come

But me, the valley below, is left soggy and sopping,

Only because I had no other choice but to succumb

So then why, mountains, do you make me suffer like this?

If all you wanted was to provide my protection and care,

Is that not reason enough to settle your mighty downpour?

Or am I not important enough to compare?

When two beings, two entities usually in sync, like you,

Begin to diverge from their harmonious song,

The sound of their dissonant cacophony makes it hard,

To not to realise something is wrong

How can I stay oblivious and pretend to not sense the disruption,

When the roar of your discord echoes in my ground?

I tried to cover my ears and keep from knowing the reality

But now your “secret” is no longer bound

If mountains could move, I know one of you would

Leaving the other with me, alone and hurting

I pray this force of nature continues to work in my favour

Because, if mountains could move, then I pity the one left burning

My mountains, my parents, I ask of you this –

A once strong connection, that has now gone sour,

Remember me during your friction and think if it is worth,

My misery in your separation, leaning over me like a tower