C. Duhnne

Mountains Speak

The Mountain Scapes That Speak

I am, that which

Was once thought

A lowly molehill…

When then

A shaking and a quaking

Soon revealed me…

I came to rise and I rose

To full heights

I have grown…


To my natural


-An achievement In itself-

All are awed

as I’m awesome…

The very nature

In “Inspiring”…

Of merely I am in

‘I am’s’

The very essence

Within being

The status of my stately

True-est true self

Is Revealing.