Oh Great Rock Mountain

You and your kin are the original sons of God on Earth.

No longer do I seek to conquer you.

No more am I in conflict with your rivers.

Forgive me.

For all the times I climbed with a mind to overcome.

Be with me.

I only come to commune with you.

Overwhelm my soul.

My home is among the Rhododendron and Mountain Laurels.


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