The Mountain And The Lake

Mutual Love

 

Part One

Once there was a mighty mountain.

He was tall, massive, and secure as time itself.

The valley birds shrilled cheerful melodies across his chest. He echoed in reply.

He thought, "It's good to be a mountain. I can almost touch the sky.

I am higher than the highest clouds. The sun always shines on my brow."

 

For many centuries he looked down at the valley with great pride.

But the valley moved. The wind pushed through the grasses.

The colors varied with each season.

Gazing down at his feet, he felt the wind.

But, he saw no movement.

His rocky shell never varied in color, no matter the season.

 

He asked, "How would it feel to move?"

"What would it be like to be colorful?"

"Would a chorus of birds become a symphony?"

Daily he surveyed the valley pondering his purpose.

 

"This is sad," he concluded. "I am mighty and forever."

"Yet, I am not a part of the valley. I am dry and barren."

"No one desires to be near me. I do not matter to anyone."

"I must not be important."

 

"I am alone"

Author's Note

This is Part One. Begin here. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Veronica]

Very touching. Even the mighty mountain feels sad from time to time. xoxo

[Mehameha]

Thank you. I have these three stories in frames at a marital counselors waiting area. Didd you read the other two?

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story told in this chapter. I liked how you showed the changing of the mountain from filled with life to loneliness. Thank you for sharing the excellent chapter.
Coyote

[Mehameha]

Thank you for reading. I love Story telling. So much better than TV. Even children listen to a well told tale. I would have loved being in a time where that was a normal daily occurrence.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be a storyteller. Children will pass on. I pass on the tales shared by dear Grandparent. You are welcome.