I sit in a glen, surrounded and enfolded by my mountains.
The peaks, wreathed in clouds, support me with their bulk and strength.
Their green forested shoulders remind me of the peace and tranquility
Of the mountains where I grew up.
The mysterious blue haze that covers them brings dreams to my heart.//
The massive mountain ranges – and the smaller, gentler foothills – of the world
Seem as if they will endure forever.
But they erode into a valley.
Their strength and bulk can not resist the ravages of wind and rain,
Rivers and ice, fire and man.//
Still, other mountains will rise in their place,
sheltering travelers and inhabitants from the fierce wind and sun.
Therefore, I will always be secure in the embrace of my mountains.
— Jenny Munro