Conservation Week Poem

 Life of a Mountain

I am a  Mountain 

being a mountain I can not do much  

I like to dream 

I can get up and wander

 but all I can do is sit and ponder. 

I like to watch. 

I like to gaze 

but sometimes when it's stormy 

the lightning sets the trees ablaze 

in a thousand years I might be gone 

but you can still remember 

all the birds and bees and trees 

so just remember 

I might be gone 

but the rest of the forest 

continues to breathe.