Ode to the Mountains

Ode to the Mountains


I triumphantly renounce you as Marcy, and name you anew
In this proclamation, Magic is the name I drew
But you drew first and struck my heart
Who would argue, but add from the start
To the ways in which we hear you in the night, and see you in the day
Triumphant not of my own, but in the respect you bestow upon our gaze
To the glory of Earth and the brilliant life it holds
To the rapture in my heart, I’ll give that love away a thousand fold


The challenge that beckons is worth the final view
But standing atop of you I finally knew
There is no finality to the quest driven man
Discovery is infinite to a mind that must expand


Maybe the spark was there from the start
Fueled by life, and driven by heart
Footsteps representing our meaning to move
Of growing, of changing, and continuing through
Even you, Magic, are moving but slow
Patience inherited, from wisdom unknown


But alas I fear I feast on feelings
Forewarned of our time forever fleeting
So I move from place to person naming it all the same
Awe struck by the thought that none of this can remain


So have your patience, but understand our restlessness
We have so much to see and time will get the best of us
There will be my time to rest, perhaps come the fall
Not of autumn, but the day my legs can no longer move at all


Then I will be a mountain, beautiful and big
By a life worth reflecting on
Knowing Magic exists.