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I want mountain and trees. I blame Like a Mountain, by Peter Mayer.
Driving near Mount Shavano
It seemed to be looking me over
Feeling that gaze down below
I pulled the car off on the shoulder
Staring at the rock and the sky
My heart began beating more slowly
Till I lost track of time
And forgot where it was I was going
CHORUS:
Suddenly, I saw life from the brink
I watched an age pass me by like a wink
For just one heartbeat, I believe I could think
Like a mountain
Mountain, we measure our lives
By tens and by twenty years only
Teach us the ways of a million-year mind
What a million-year heart could be hoping
CHORUS
And oh, if I’m wise I will strive and I’ll pray
To turn that one tick in time into a day
And lead this poor picture-flash life in that way
Like a mountain
Feels like trees. But more so.
Driving near Mount Shavano
It seemed to be looking me over
Feeling that gaze down below
I pulled the car off on the shoulder
Staring at the rock and the sky
My heart began beating more slowly
Till I lost track of time
And forgot where it was I was going
CHORUS:
Suddenly, I saw life from the brink
I watched an age pass me by like a wink
For just one heartbeat, I believe I could think
Like a mountain
Mountain, we measure our lives
By tens and by twenty years only
Teach us the ways of a million-year mind
What a million-year heart could be hoping
CHORUS
And oh, if I’m wise I will strive and I’ll pray
To turn that one tick in time into a day
And lead this poor picture-flash life in that way
Like a mountain
Feels like trees. But more so.
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Date: 2007-10-06 07:10 am (UTC)Water Lilies
If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.
But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.
-- Sara Teasdale