We sat as two small souls might sit,
On a small mountain
The wind was gentle, the sky was wide
And everything felt right
We were thinking, why do people fight?
At what cost?
Why choose this over peace?
Why trade calm for a storm?
When peace is all there is to lose?
What do they gain, if not more loss and more war within?
The rivers told something the trees understood
The trees stood silent
Deer ran as if ground couldn't hold them
And she — by my side, like the moon itself,
Many poets tried to write much,
They failed.
We started to tread down the mountain,
I told another girl she was beautiful,
My girl turned back in a breath and snapped
We carried the war down the mountain
Oh, the loveliness of all things,
We fought all the way back,
On every single wrong thing we'd done since birth
And forgot peace like it never existed
Ah, humans — so wonderfully petty,
Chasing shadows while the sun slips away.