Go up the mountain
Air is breathable up there
There are no footsteps.
Climb up the old rock
Crawl up the tummy for milk
Nowhere else to go.
Walk barefoot on me
Let me hold you up this time
Your path is divine.
She hikes to the sun
Keeps her hair in a knapsack
Nature’s bride in bloom.
Pray alone up there
Where there is no one to hear
Souls speak in silence.
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