by Haiyada Hon

 

 

Mountains beckon my soul,   

The slopes of the hills curling me up

in a valley of safety,

Rivers and creeks nourish the greenery,

to provide the air that I breathe,

So, each time I inhale –

it’s a breath of new life.

Sustained by the earth that I lie on to rest.

Some animals become friends,

Some foes,

they all keep loneliness at bay.