Submitted By: Ella Rausch, Twitter—@VanellaBear95

My first love was the mountains
They took me home
Stole my breath
       Jagged
             And
                  Soft
                        Harsh
                              But
                        Forgiving
                 Surprising
            Though
     Certain
The only thing in my life that never disappointed

When I think of mountains
I imagine
      Sunsets
            Flora
     Serenity
And wonder how with time
Everything adapts
             Evolves
     Is refined
Including me

I wish mountains would never change
But they erode
       Crumble
             Endure harsh weather
      Are beaten down
And despite this transformation
I still love them
          And they continue to stand tall.

My first love was the mountains
And my last will be you.

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Header photo credit: Nicole Lesnett