Finally.

All the flowers growing around me

the little sparkles allowed to gleam

and the beauty of tenderness,

the most precious form of love,

comforting me.

How come I was so blind,

how come I couldn’t see?

I am that Mountain,

Mighty and Lush.

They came to me attracted by magnificence

they could not handle.

I let them perish in their corner of misery,

it was their choice

so I let them go,

for now I remember who I am.

Free, Deep and True.