I Once Was a Mountain
I may seem small now, but I used to be an impassible stone
I used to be so big, and so strong that even the air itself had to work around me
So many creatures made a home on my slope
And I could almost touch the sky
But the world around me broke me down
The wind ripped my limbs apart
The water washed away my skin
And people dug out my flesh
I used to be impassible
And everyone in the world had to work around me
I once was a mountain
And I was strong
Now I am no more than a stone, reduced to rubble
But perhaps it is best…
Because I was impassible, and everyone had to work around me
But now they can work with the flesh they dug from my body, and build again where I once stood
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