My Writing

Clouds gently hug the peak of the mountain, comforting her through the storm. The mountain cries to the clouds, ever sure that there is someone who loves her. She is too strong for her own good, and she is intimidated by showing weakness. The clouds let her know it is okay. It is okay to be weak. It is okay to be sad.

Thunder rolls, loudly in triumph as the mountain, through the clouds, cries all over the solidity and earth that she is ground upon. How beautiful the colors are with a vibrance shown to all as an unfamiliar item is shown to a new born baby. Wonder fills her earth.

"No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing will harm you, to guard you and to guide you..."

The mountain cries more into the earth, as the clouds continue to embrace her. She pulses. Clouds! she cries, Where have you been? I have needed you for so long. Why have you not come until now, when I am about to fall apart?

The earth shatters, many trees falling into a state of remorse. They are sorrowful. For they never questioned the mountain's confidence, and they never realized that she too, might be sad. They never cared.

I have not forsaken you, the clouds say to the mountain. I come in your most extreme state, I come out and comfort you. I love you, mountain. I will always be here for you.

The mountain cries some more, her majesty no longer something to be admired, but rather something deployable.

The clouds exit slowly, carefully. I will be back, the cloud says to her. Never lose hope, and never lose faith. And always know, it is okay to be the weak one sometimes.

"Anywhere, you go let me go too."

A rainbow is painted carefully across the sky, to which the mountain smiles. The world is beautiful, and her sorrow has created something even more beautiful.

She is flawed, but perfect.

"That's all I ask of you."

And the sun shines on over the happy valley.