Above the Mountains Tall

Once upon a time…

Above the mountains tall

Where men struggle to climb 

And with a simple fall

Eyes close and breath stops 

Drawing light from fleeting life

 

Bitter cold the winter eve

Rushing through the winding valley

Stumbling through the frozen leaves

The young son of a dying chief, local royalty 

 

As he struggles, fights for those he left

Upon the mesa, he sees another brave

Yet he is afraid, for his protected place of rest

Is nothing but an unwelcoming cave

 

He wrestles with himself, reaches deep inside his heart

Until fear is overtaken by compassion

Striving towards the top, stopping as he starts

The notched arrow, drawn by a foe

Looks him down in the dark

 

Faint from hunger, the young warrior stares down this stranger 

The young brave looks to his peer and sees his fear

“Do not be afraid”, says the young brave, revealing drier tinder

The warrior loosed his arrow to the sky so clear

 

Around the fire, warmly cheering

The two discuss their tribes throughout the evening

They realize the follies of squabbling 

And set forth a pact of peace with sustainability

 

“Let us embrace a better future”

They exclaimed together

Joining hands as though brothers

Looking towards a new endeavor 

 

They distinguished their plans 

Deep within their hearts, ready for the day ahead

Returning to their tribes and to do what they can

To stop the deadly bloodshed 

 

Trails and burdens bogged down the yearning youth

But with a goal for peace, they caught the higher vision

Together planted the roots, to enlighten the uncouth

As the tribes grew together, they lived in union

Structured as a brotherhood, whole and holy

This poem is about: 
Our world

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