you are made of verdant, rolling hills
where secrets are hidden.
Home to private hiding places
where lovers have met for decades.
Your mounds of velvet
have been worn soft by time,
earthquakes big and small.
There are trails worn into your sides,
and the fog rolls in each day
depositing silver dew drops
that sparkle in the light of dawn.
Once hard and fast you are now
Made of fertile soil, unhealed crevices,
You hide wells
of deep wisdom
drawn upon in times of great need
please protect this land, these hills, these peaks.
Let them lie undisturbed
in the afternoon sun.
Let them be admired and revered
for the natural beauty they hold.
The steadfastness they offer.
The lives they have sustained.
Your mountains, hills, valleys,
they are sacred
and should be honored as
holy sites where miracles
~jessica janis johnson 2016