Blake's Pov
If the earth had a pulse it rose through the mountains, creating their bold silhouette.
To my eye, their peaks are the green line of a doctor's graph.
I saw those rocks at dawn, those slopes that give a home to so much life, a foundation for trees and shrubs, grass, and ferns.
Little creatures crawl the soil to the earth as feathered animals flap their wings above the sky.
They move through the forest in their gentle way, as if they were one creature with the trees and rain soaked earth.
The tree stood ghost-like, the silent observer of the greeny mountains, the river, and the clouds.
The only thing bigger than the range of granite peaks was the midnight sky, dotted with silver and as vast as any eye could wander
Today is the day when all our plans will come into m
