The mountain gone

My soul has no hands and no feet

but it ran over the mountain 

that stood between you and me

It dug a hole in the soil

and planted a fine young tree

 

The roots soaked up all earth

that had made up the mountain

 

Soon the mountain was gone

and a majestic tree 

provided some shadow 

to love forever, you and me

in perfect harmony

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Small poem from the deepest of my heart.

Our soul can move mountains, if only we let it.

Harmony is possible, if we want it hard enough