In the Babine Range a mountain stood,
It stood alone in wild wood
And wanted more than mountains should.
It called to Cloud:
“My dear, come here,
You float so low in skies all clear,
Come sit and chat and share in cheer.”
The ghost ocean of the sky
Coasted toward the buried lie.
Mountain trembled, soft and sly,
Then breathed deep as Cloud drew nigh,
Pulling him into his stony core,
Pouring him into bony ore.
Old Sun stepped back aghast
That this attack had passed.
Lynx felt it.
Kreke knew it.
Leif saw it.
And they were there,
Cutting through the frightened air.
They crashed to Earth,
They crushed the earth,
Bucketing Cloud out with all their worth –
Streams of golden silver,
Veins of gold that burned white hot,
Gulping rubies by the lot.
Back from underground to thunder bound,
Cloud was again a drifting thought.
Wonder wound through Mountain
Then he collapsed distraught.
But they did not forget him,
No the Astrohaunts did not.
They said to him:
“We could be kin.
Know your depths, for they are dark,
But under all beats diamond heart.
You’re too alone.
We need to share.
Come be known,
It’s time to care.”
They gathered pebbles, boulders, sand,
They held the mountain in their hands
And carried him throughout the land,
Leaving him with valleys, rivers, hills,
And to this day he stands there still.
He is in the Babine Range,
Still stands alone in wild wood,
But as the Astrohaunts arranged
He’s enlarged his neighborhood.
One day you may see something strange,
An inter-element exchange,
A cloud move against the wind,
Pick up a pebble he calls friend –
You’re looking at a change.