The Tree & The Mountain

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Written just now spontaneously Having Tea with my friend The Tree…

WHO NOW IS THIS TINY 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 tiny piece of wood