If I Was A Mountain

Imaginings

Image by Keith Johnston from Pixabay

If I was a mountain,
time would cease
to mean anything.
The world would pass
in ever changing seasons,
night,
day,
night,
day,
night,
day.

I would erode slowly
and shift
in seismic ways,
wondering
what mineral compilation
I was created from.
I would birth
precious gems and crystals
in caves and crevices
below the surface,
only to have greedy humans
break me apart
and give pieces
of myself away.

I would see
through all the little pieces
that were taken
and sold off,
seeing the world
through different eyes,
separate,
but still a part
of the greater whole
as my bigger self
would be informed
of all the stupidity
and beauty
of people.