The Tree & the Mountain


(Written just now spontaneously Having tea with my friend the Tree)

Who now is this Tree
That stands here before me
Along with its crooked cousin
So lacking perfect symmetry
Two always watching sentries 
Guard against all enemies

It stands tall upon on a hill 
Watching over a Mountain Range

Quite strange 
The mountain needs a sentry
Outside its serene and empty entry
Or perhaps it just needs a viewer
And just can't resist the lure to say:

"This is me, Tree, 
Don't you see
My great expanse fills your view!
Don't you see, it’s just Me and You
and the Sky Blue
But I'm the Vaster of us Two.”

The Tree feels small for a little while 
Then says with a crooked smile

"Oh Mighty Mountain I hear your call
You're the Vastest of them all. 
But without this mere little Tree
To whom would you say, "Look here at Me"?

My view is Vast my Horizons Everlast 
While all you see, is poor little me
Which of us lives more free? 

And one day when I finally fall
You'll have no one to make feel small
What means vast with nothing to compare
Just like the tortoise and the hare

So Dear Mountain, don't try to compete
You need this tree 
To make you complete

The Mountain does a double double take
Realising it’s Existential Mistake
For without Something to take in its view
is its existence even true?
is it really so mighty and vast?
Is the Hare, truly fast
Without a tortoise to whizz past? 

So the Mountain did what Mountains do
It Mountained and Mountained as hard it could

And gave away its power, to a piece of wood

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