Two mountains

We are two mountains,

you and I.

Cut from wind and sun

and rain.

We are stone mesas,

 you and I.

Ashen and weathered

yet proud.

 But we were not always mountains,

you and I.

There was a time when we

were hills.

We were two hills,

you and I.

Rising out above

the flat.

We were green bluffs,

you and I.

Lavender and grass and

bumblebees.

But we were not always hills,

you and I.

There was a time when we

were plains.

We were the plains,

you and I.

Indistinct from each other

we were one.

We were broad meadows,

you and I.

We were merged

as flat ground.

But we are plains and hills not longer,

you and I.

We have developed in stature

and strength.

We are two mountains,

you and I.

We have grown up

together.

-SGR