9.16.20 // big mountain magic

Looking up at your big mountain magic.
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You leave me at a loss for words, but I think that’s how it’s meant to be.
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If I found the words for you, the words would cage you. The words would lock you in a box, throw away the key, and leave you docile, domesticated, and broken.
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But you’re none of those things. You’re wild, natural, and fierce.
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But as I stare up to you, you look down on me in disappointment.
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The curiosity and love you once held for me, replaced with confusion and distrust.
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You shared your uncaged and untamed magic with humans without hesitation, and what we have given in return is a toxic gift.
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We’ve suffocated you, your peaks usually filled with fresh thin air are riddled with smoke and ash. We’ve killed your friends, your slopes blanketed by trees bursting with flames. We’ve pretended the issues don’t exist, our usual neglect of caring for you has turned into a massacre of man versus nature when there should never be a battle, let alone a war.
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You look down on me in disappointment.
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And I don’t blame you.
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I blame me too.
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I blame us.
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But it’s time.
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It’s time to uncage ourselves, return to our wild, and reestablish our once beautiful relationship with Mother Nature.