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