I am a mountain.
I am massive, and I am immovable.
I do not need to move,
Because I am fine where I am.
I let others walk over me,
But it does not hurt me,
Because my skin is so tough.
Dust blows onto me, and stays for a while.
Then it leaves without saying goodbye.
But it does not hurt me.
For I will always have dust to love.
When people climb me, they pierce my skin.
But the dirt falls into the spaces,
And I am better again.
I have nowhere to go,
I am not able to do anything
So I must enjoy the small things.
I study the clouds
As they argue and bellow over each other.
When they are angered they separate,
Then they travel across the world
I watch the grass dance.
Sometimes they look over at me and wave.
I smile a big smile,
Inside of my tough skin.
I watch the festivals of trees and green
Whenever the wind blows.
All the bushes, and the trees, and the grass,
Dance a great dance.
Even though I get sad,
Because I cannot dance
I can still watch.
I imagine dancing with the green.
This is a small thing that I love.
Sometimes trees seed on top of my tough skin,
And I love it because I have a long time friend.
But when they die,
I am sad.
But, there will always be more tree seeds,
And there will always be more dust,
And there will always be more festivals of green.
Because I am a mountain,
And nothing can move me.
But do not be the Sea,
For she is cold
She sometimes curls her fists in anger,
And they protrude out of her thin covering
But the anger dies down when the waves fall
And it comes back to her, and stays inside for her eternity
The sun tries to glow his rays on her
They flow down from the heavens onto her skin
They break through her skin, because it is not as tough as mine
But what is tough in her is the anger
Her second skin
And it blocks out the sun
And his darkness still stays inside of her
She keeps calm and joyous at his shores and beaches,
And holds her dangerous feelings in the darkest places inside of her second skin
But this keeps her from letting anything out at all
Which makes her second skin even tougher
And harder for the rays to get in
The rays strain, and sweat, and push against the second skin
But all they can do is reflect and run away from the Sea
Sometimes she lets this anger out in big fits
Too big for the rest of nature to keep back
Too strong for herself to control
Her fury crumbles concrete and metal
And also the flesh of those she does not know
And she sees them cry,
They cry tears
And they leak blood
She feels evil when she sees the faces of those who have done nothing
She curls back her angry body
And rolls off the land while leaving her tears of self discomfort along the land
She looks at what she has done
And the anger at herself adds to the seconds skin
And the rays will never be able to get in
For she has gone too far, and held it in too long
To forget her own sin.
The Hell is the saddest of all
He does not want to be the evil of the world
He sees humans descend inside of him and despairs.
He cannot help it.
He says “hello” as they pass through his body
But all they can do is scream
In agony against him.
They curse Hell and tell him he is the scourge of humanity.
But he did not choose to be a terrible, terrible dwelling.
He hated himself
Because everyone hated him.
Some nights he cried himself into a slumber
Crawled inside of himself, like a fetus
He just wanted someone to love hell.
Heaven was smug
She was born into a wealth of morality
Everyone loved Heaven, even if all she did was nothing
She was born into people loving her, wanting to be with her
She did not carry the same burden as Hell, but she did not care.
For she did not think of it as her problem.
She was far, far above hell, so why should she have to deal with it?
The grace of God granted love upon her
For no man on this earth loathed her
And no one besides Heaven could make this claim.
But even though she was beautiful
Her true self was dark, for she was selfish.
But not a person knew her true wickedness
For she treated others with kindness.
But true kindness she had never possessed
Nor would she ever.